This picture seems like a realistic still life, but look closer and you’ll see its layered with splashes and splatters of paint. I think the painterly expressiveness makes it feel happy and good. Just like spaghetti.
This time I tried something new and wrote my own little poem.
Spaghetti is pasta with a sauce sure to please
But it’s even better sprinkled with cheese
It swirls and twirls and makes my lips slurp.
And if I eat it too fast, out comes a burp.
This comfort food that I eat with delight,
could be served at my table almost every night
It leaves me satisfied, fills up my tummy.
So I pulled out this canvas to paint something yummy.
Poem and Picture by: Sylvia Arthur ©