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Paste-Up en zona Ruzafa. VINZ FEEL FREE .- (tomado de www.imprevisual.com)
Artista urbano, ha plagado las calles de Ruzafa de hÃbridos desnudos con cabeza de ave. Su trabajo ha podido verse en las calles de Amsterdam, Londres, BerlÃn y Nueva York. Ha expuesto en la galerÃa L'Arteria de Ruzafa, Jonathan Levine Gallery en Nueva York y próximamente en la GalerÃa Inoperable de Viena.
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This little hardcover journal has hand torn pages of sketch paper and paste-paper endpapers that I made myself. The cover is made with Chiyogami koi fish paper and a sturdy red book cloth.
The journal is pocket sized - about 4"x3".
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Close up of one of the roses hand made from flower paste (gum paste) which were in a posy of roses and carnations on top of the cake I made for my mum-in-law's birthday earlier this week. See previous couple of photos for the full cake.
Thanks as usual to my lovely husband www.flickr.com/photos/TimBrookPhoto for the great photo capture.
Choux Swans are even more decadent with a chocolate pastry cream filling in lieu of plain Jane Chantilly. A thin layer of bittersweet chocolate keeps things crisp!
This one has cheese paste dabbed onto hot bread, and voila - melty goodness!
I was making hops bread from Mom's recipe and decided I wanted to try it with some cheese paste in it. So voila. Next time, for stuffing bread, the cheese paste needs less butter. But otherwise, great ;-)
Paste & Gel is a mix of figurative elements and experiment with materials which came out to be mainly abstract with only a slight hint off a landscape.
size; 160 x 100 cm Material; acrylics, gels and pastes, pastel grounds, and pastels & one piece of wood (lid of a pencil box)
Cut & Paste regional juried exhibition curated by Michael Asbill at the Muroff Cotler Galley at SUNY Ulster. What a fantastic collection of contemporary collage and assemblage pieces.
I've added chocolate, garlic and chopped chili to the fried onions to make a nice thick paste which acts as a base. Here, I've added mushrooms and green chilis.
Spaghetti sauce so THICK, that you can stand a table knife up in it!
THAT is spaghetti sauce!
None of that store-bought watery, runny, flavorless mess from bottles, or cans.
This stuff is #HOMEMADE, coked several hours, and contains tomato paste, beaucoup mushrooms, black olives, green bell pepper, cumin, oregano, basil, salt, pequin chili powder, coarsely ground black pepper, red & white onions, fresh crushed garlic, garlic powder, balsamic vinegar, fennel seed, diced tomatoes, and pork+beef meatballs.
It smelt suspiciously like cat food. Not today’s posh varieties, which are destined for over-indulged feline child substitutes and look more like the first course in a seafront bistro than something to fill up a hungry moggy. Fish paste had the low-rent whiff of a more plebeian Tiddles' bowl. The colour was equally unappetising - an indeterminate shade somewhere between bandage pink and the ‘greige’ so beloved of interior decorators. The usually smooth texture was occasionally interrupted by a small fragment of bone, just to remind the eater that some time in the deep and murky past, one of the ingredients in this malodorous spread had swum free in the sea. Tiddles might have found the overall effect easy on the palate, but very few humans did.
Fish paste sometimes turned up as an emergency sandwich filling. After spending a morning sweating in a hot, hermetically sealed plastic box, wrapped in margarine, white bread and cling-film, these sandwiches were particularly pungent. Piled on a Ritz cracker, topped with a slice of cucumber, or gasp, a stuffed green olive, fish paste even gate-crashed the odd beetle drive or whist evening. But it was as welcome as a howling stray tom. Nine out of 10 people wouldn’t feed it to a cat.
Anna Burnside
After changing Dash's diaper, we accidently left behind a tube of butt paste. This guy found it before I realized I had dropped it. I just didn't have the heart to take it from him after he had smeared it all over his face.
- taken on Saturday June 5, 2008 on 5th Street in Atlanta, GA.