I thought these frosting colors were especially luscious.
Something’s going on with those sprinkles.
Lately I’ve been stopping after the gym to buy donuts and I’ve noticed they truly have a diverse array. Whoever bakes these is an artist of flavor and texture- at a normal, albeit somewhat bougie, supermarket.
I bought this donut to paint. Then, it was late and I took it from the kitchen to the studio. I took a nibble. Then another nibble. This is all that was left.
Woke up Christmas Eve morning to find Mike had waited in line an hour and a half at Donut Bar to bring me Christmas donuts to paint. Their donuts are great, their efficiency and the ergonomic catastrophe of their store less so. A really special treat.
So I bought this donut before going to Vegas and didn’t have time to paint it. After two weeks in the fridge, it still looked like a donut and smelled like a donut, albeit with less-pretty frosting.
An old-fashioned donut deserves an old-fashioned treatment, doesn’t it? This one comes from the Spanish Baroque.
Old fashioned glazed donut from Donut Bar in San Diego… delicious.
Glazed donut in the shape of the Easter Bunny, with Jelly Bean eyes.
This is from a place in San Diego called Donut Bar, where you wait in line for an anxious eternity to get what are apparently THE BEST DONUTS IN THE WORLD.
As you can see, I bought a few…
Only painted this one though. The rest are slated for demolition tomorrow.
Glazed donut from 7-11. I went through a phase of being fascinated by the complex topographies of the seemingly simple shapes of donuts.