Emperor of Ice Cream Cakes

Tricia at Emperor of Ice Cream Cakes rocks my world. If I were a publisher, I'd beg for a book of her paintings based on lines from poems. Her other art is brilliant, too. So's her writing. I've been a fan ever since she proposed a party where everyone dresses as a line from Wallace Stevens.

Some examples:

a butcher, his cleaver hacked/into igneous lamb--Stuart Dybek, "The Volcano"

What about horses eaten by wind?--Wallace Stevens, "Parochial Theme"

The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn--Walt Whitman, "A Woman Waits For Me"

1 comment:

Tricia said...

No one's ever called it art before! Oh man, you flood me with sweetness.