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by Linda Londish
My painting began innocently enough: a beautiful female chef, looking perfectly relaxed and rather pleased with herself, holding a knife while preparing to carve up some raw meat. Unfortunately, I have a morbid fear of knives, so instead of admiring her culinary skills, I was busy contemplating an emergency exit.
Then my imagination intervened. What could she possibly be holding that would better suit her happy, carefree expression? And suddenly, there it was in my mind’s eye — a penis! Obviously, a far more cheerful alternative to a knife. And so, dinner preparation took a rather unexpected turn.
Meanwhile, in the background, bodies float and dance about in a dreamy, sensual world, adding to the general atmosphere of surrealism and making it increasingly difficult to know exactly what’s going on — including, possibly, in my own head.
I’m fascinated by how one small shift in perception can turn an ordinary scene into something completely unexpected. In this case, a simple fear of knives led me somewhere no cooking class has ever gone before. By following this rather questionable train of thought, I let my imagination run wild, and let the viewer to interpret it as they wish.
by Linda Londish
My painting began innocently enough: a beautiful female chef, looking perfectly relaxed and rather pleased with herself, holding a knife while preparing to carve up some raw meat. Unfortunately, I have a morbid fear of knives, so instead of admiring her culinary skills, I was busy contemplating an emergency exit.
Then my imagination intervened. What could she possibly be holding that would better suit her happy, carefree expression? And suddenly, there it was in my mind’s eye — a penis! Obviously, a far more cheerful alternative to a knife. And so, dinner preparation took a rather unexpected turn.
Meanwhile, in the background, bodies float and dance about in a dreamy, sensual world, adding to the general atmosphere of surrealism and making it increasingly difficult to know exactly what’s going on — including, possibly, in my own head.
I’m fascinated by how one small shift in perception can turn an ordinary scene into something completely unexpected. In this case, a simple fear of knives led me somewhere no cooking class has ever gone before. By following this rather questionable train of thought, I let my imagination run wild, and let the viewer to interpret it as they wish.