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I really didn’t need two forks. But no way in hell was I letting the cashier know I was the only one eating this pie. Walking to my fav bench, pie box in hand and the anticipation of taking my first bite. Scrapping off the majority of the pie filling and yes, there’s the best part - the crust. I was giddy. It’s like a portal to another dimension, a gateway to a realm of buttery crispy delight.
20x24in.
Acrylic gouache
Framed and ready to hang
I really didn’t need two forks. But no way in hell was I letting the cashier know I was the only one eating this pie. Walking to my fav bench, pie box in hand and the anticipation of taking my first bite. Scrapping off the majority of the pie filling and yes, there’s the best part - the crust. I was giddy. It’s like a portal to another dimension, a gateway to a realm of buttery crispy delight.
20x24in.
Acrylic gouache
Framed and ready to hang
I really didn’t need two forks. But no way in hell was I letting the cashier know I was the only one eating this pie. Walking to my fav bench, pie box in hand and the anticipation of taking my first bite. Scrapping off the majority of the pie filling and yes, there’s the best part - the crust. I was giddy. It’s like a portal to another dimension, a gateway to a realm of buttery crispy delight.
20x24in.
Acrylic gouache
Framed and ready to hang