The First Time I Had Pasta
Dimensions 80 x 60cm
Acrylic on board
I remember the first time I ate pasta. I must have been about twelve when my cousins told us about an amazing new food that they had discovered known spaghetti Bolognese. The recipe was passed around like a chain letter and we loved it but we weren’t too keen on the stinky cheese that was sprinkled on top. This painting reminds me of this and many other memories that all took place around the kitchen table when we were children. The table was grey formica with white tubular steel legs and the chairs were light turquoise plastic. It was very fashionable in the early seventies, only slightly ruined by the teeth marks on the back of the chair where my little brother couldn’t resist taking a bite.
Dimensions 80 x 60cm
Acrylic on board
I remember the first time I ate pasta. I must have been about twelve when my cousins told us about an amazing new food that they had discovered known spaghetti Bolognese. The recipe was passed around like a chain letter and we loved it but we weren’t too keen on the stinky cheese that was sprinkled on top. This painting reminds me of this and many other memories that all took place around the kitchen table when we were children. The table was grey formica with white tubular steel legs and the chairs were light turquoise plastic. It was very fashionable in the early seventies, only slightly ruined by the teeth marks on the back of the chair where my little brother couldn’t resist taking a bite.
Dimensions 80 x 60cm
Acrylic on board
I remember the first time I ate pasta. I must have been about twelve when my cousins told us about an amazing new food that they had discovered known spaghetti Bolognese. The recipe was passed around like a chain letter and we loved it but we weren’t too keen on the stinky cheese that was sprinkled on top. This painting reminds me of this and many other memories that all took place around the kitchen table when we were children. The table was grey formica with white tubular steel legs and the chairs were light turquoise plastic. It was very fashionable in the early seventies, only slightly ruined by the teeth marks on the back of the chair where my little brother couldn’t resist taking a bite.