The pic does not do justice to the art.

It’s about texture. Children’s toys appended helter-skelter on the edges of the wall clocks that The Beauty lobotomized to get the desired effect. You should see the feet and the hands of the fruits. A sculptor is born!

Every fruit slice was lovingly recreated, every detail considered and immortalized. The first time I saw the orange slice, when the work was in assembly, I almost grabbed it, having the kind of appetite I have, the kiwi, strawberries, banana slices! I’m out of my wits trying to explain to my practical mind how an artist could conceive these fortunate objects with such precision, and such deliciousness.

Thinking of the bygone days when I tried to imitate real world with my model airplanes, and Tatay would look at them and wonder too. That was our father-son conversation, for Tatay was as quiet as a fully-fed bear. But this time it’s different. Everything looks edible. Everything is tongue-in-cheek in typical Maudie fashion. Everything is original. Imagine a whole orange sprouting a face and a pair of legs! And a woman in a banana wanting to extricate herself from glorious cream. It’s all a father can do, to just let the art flow from a divine source. Yes, finally, the word is divine.