Tales from Past Cake of Old!

I made some old cakes and these are pictures of them as proof that cakes used to exist!

You see, it appears that this food is made of garbage but the eyes are fooled and the mouth is made fat.

This is a 5 ft. tall beverage. It could crush a corgi.

It's General George Washington.

It is Mr. Benjamin Franklin.

They are drinking pals.

My grass piping looks like okra.

Art is everywhere.

C'est n'est une sac.

This cake was about 3 ft. long. My piping is slowly improving.

Art is everywhere.

I would hope that these would be whiskey and tobacco flavoured so that I could call them Hemingways or Grandpas.

I'm not really this ugly (yes I am).

Nobody Cares

An unfortunate buddy tattoo design that never came to fruition. (Yum-Yums)

 

My sister got married to a talented blues musician last year. My pa looked super England that day.

It feels super good to find a good suit and have it tailored. I managed to appear somewhat clean for the wedding. Suckers. I was filthy.

It is evident that my siblings and I inherited some form of handsome. It shows because one of my brothers has a girlfriend.

My little cousin Julita is fucking cool. Like performing in Fuerza Bruta kind of cool.

Art is everywhere.

Biscochos are everywhere.

Papa in an elevator in Buenos Aires.

Art is everywhere.

Adventures in Snapchattery.

Some Recent Works and Other Things.

So, I packed up my things and moved down to Washington DC and continued my work, freelancing, and general upsetting observations in the Virginia area. I am discovering that I love the south and that I truly love working with the culinary elite.

Last year I had a small show in Brooklyn. I play with some watercolors for the flyer.

Never waste reference material. Use it to send obnoxious messages to friends and loved ones.

A lovely summer storm cloud.

This is why everything is fat. I loved the colors though, especially in a giant bin at the supermarket.

Solid fondant chihuahua.

He was about 6 inches tall.

And my first completed cake at the new job.

My lover's birthday cake.

You see, the manatee is exasperated with it's existence...

While Meatloaf acknowledges that it is birthday. I'm a comedy genius.

Tiny 6 inch jack o lantern cake that I whipped up real quick.

You see, you would bite in to the fish with the expectation of a flavour of the see but alas the flavor is rice treats.

The average food sculptor is a cruel and remorseless deceiver.

I haven't been able to master the Millenium Falcon. I can't make a good one for some reason. I'll keep at it. Maybe some day I can wrap my head around it.

Generally it is extremely difficult to defy gravity with fondant and use it to make a piece like this one. It took a great deal of patience. Not my best but I feel like I was able to stretch my ability pretty far.

I was fired for this piece.