When I was a girl attending art school in Vancouver, despite my best efforts to be a good student and pay attention during lectures, my mind would wander to various topics not at all pertaining to the task at hand. One day I glanced over to a friend and noticed they were eating something (god, I’m getting old – my mind wants to think it was a luscious cupcake but I’m sure it was something much more mundane like grapes or peanuts) and it got me thinking… why are all the depictions of foods out there happy? Not just mildly happy – exuberant, ecstatic, overjoyed. It occurred to me that there was no way in hell foods were as clueless and unaware as not to know they were on their way to their untimely demise. Who would be thrilled about that (well, aside from sadists)? Let’s get real folks. It’s time to reveal the truth – foods are pissed. They are disgruntled and dismayed. I’m just trying to give them a chance to be themselves – their individual, adorable and irate selves.
They started with sketches, and morphed into felt creations – all hand-sewn, all different. All disgruntled and made with love in my cozy little studio in Vancouver. I hope you like them.
The cowboy hotdog above was a custom request (which I love to do!) He came equipped with a holster (which looked a bit more like a sleeping bag than a gun holster, but I live in Canada and am not entirely versed in gun paraphenilia – but I do my best). So henceforth he is always referred to as Cowboy Hotdog Holster. Best not to ask.