neat lines, perfect triangle. soft. so delicate yet holding up weighty egg salad. bright yellow lures me in despite my prejudice against crustless white bread.
early morning. stocked on cold shelves. a no-star culinary win, a local triumph. a small thing removed from a list, taken away from 7-11.
back in hotel room, unwrapping plastic. Photo for painting later. First bite a yes. Remaining bites a blur. Happy tummy.
simple textures soothing any palate, visitor or local. nothing fancy, nothing much at all, but somehow so much is given by a Japanese egg salad sandwich.
egg salad sandwich
stepping out of preference
open, tasting life
How to paint white? Not on colored paper - texture a no.
Watercolor lacks viscosity of Thiebaud’s oils.
Aha! Glittery white in my palette saves the day. Yellow, got it. Too much grey, Erase, erase, erase again. Shadow limp. Thiebaud’s bold blue shadows inspire me.
I fall in love with the painting the way I fell for the sandwich: unexpectedly delighted, both a masterpiece of simplicity.
willing to work it
simple shape but white is tough.
seems like masterpiece!
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