Lá Fheile Pádraig: Fries, Fromage, and Frolicsome Floozies

"This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever." -- Sigmund Freud (concerning the Irish)

Nothing says Saint Patrick's Day quite like a robust spread of potatoes, cheese, and other indulgences -- most notably, a spunky red-haired dame with her legs in the air.  I am including images of my latest creative distraction, a hand-cut collage mounted upon a gentle sunset of pink and gray.  Note the frosted donut, an homage to the squads of Irish policemen rounding the beat tonight, trolling for pickled goons and bleary-eyed hooligans at the close of this memorably merciless winter.

Above:  collage of paper pasted on spray-painted 16" x 20" canvas with with pink and gold striped edges and Modge Podge glaze, (full view). 

"Fat Tuesday"

Closing Carnaval, or shrovetide, with an all-American patio party -- seen below in Charbroiled Charms.  On Ash Wednesday, revelers wake to bellyaches and the call of Lent.  This practice of feasting before a period of restriction, as observed by more devout Christians, is certainly reminiscent of a textbook eating disorder.  But for now, we watch as Mardi Gras showers us in pancakes, patties, and pink Sno-Balls™ fresh from their cellophane glove.  Pig-out, my friends -- for tomorrow you starve.*

11" x 14" mixed media collage with glaze, February 2014

*please don't