Tuesday, February 17, 2009
oil on canvas
I won't wax poetic, yet again, regarding the consumption of mollusks, as I presume the painting covers that subject quite adequately. Come to think of it, my intestinal torment occurred not two days following the aforementioned consumption. However, I am confident we ingested adequate amounts of "germ killer" to render the raw delicacy quite harmless. We had cause to celebrate and entertained a bottle of Patron for a few daze. Heaven!
There's something so ancient about clam shells. They seem old and wise. Whenever I slide the clam knife through and they crack open, I expect the secret of the universe to pour out. It hasn't, yet, but until then, I'm quite content with what does.