I met, well never actually in person, Patrick because he was the professor of my friend Ken who passed away. Patrick took the photo I used for the painting of Ken after he died. Patrick loves writing about my work. Here is what he just posted on Facebook about my pink cupcake painting:
Kat, (and my fellow Americans,) indulge me for a moment while I go off on this:
First most important, I find it interesting, striking, appealing, I love it.
great play on what is visible and what makes visible: what is visible casts a shadow, it darkens and conceals, and what is giving off light casts no shadow.
the tripartition from frosting/candle/flame is Platonic bodily health, social standing, and intellectual contribution to humanity, or Freudian id, ego, super-ego. The CAKE, in the CUP is impending burial ground. We sugar-coat the idea of dying in a lot of ways, we obfuscate it with luscious tops, but when we honestly get down to it, it is the deep, CUPPED-CAKE part of us we all share, paper foiled, coffin-bound, reputation-wrapped, but really the rich nutritional substantive part of our life-fame-frosted-thought-beaming package. Yes, fellow Cupcakes?
plus that, there is an interesting Greco-Roman classical tradition linking food and mortality.
also western, cake=wedding=funeral. Cup cake is thus perfect emblem of death too young—pre-or early-marital.
cupcake headstones, you could be richer than Damien Hirst in a year.
really though, the concept is brilliant even superficially, one need say nothing. But if you ever need any over-analytical, hyper-intellectual, pretentious-sounding marketing copy, send me a post!