I have tried drawing bread, painting bread, sketching and seeing. It is damn near impossible to navigate the nooks and shallows. Plus, it sits and smiles, waiting to be buttered and eaten.
Well today, I nailed it. I bought some crappy croissants from Starbucks and watched them. They didn’t speak to me, they didn’t make my mouth water. They are from Starbucks I say again… crap, pure crap. There is no way anyone would mistake them for anything other than mass-produced nonsense. That’s the key. Buy inedible pastries from an unmentionable house of wholesale coffees and sketch. Silent in their gaze, nothing up the sleeve.
Ozzy liked them bunches!