As I work on each piece, I always notice the scraps of paper and paint markings off to the side. The work in progress can sometimes be as interesting to me as the final piece itself — from an aesthetic point of view. As I created this piece, I was in this biscuit mindset — checking out biscuit images (to see how closely they matched the image of biscuits I had in my head) and reading about biscuits online. There's a whole world of biscuits out there.
I used a thick paper for the biscuits. These paper biscuits were actually quite fluffy. And they were a bitch to cut out. After a while, I started seeing golden hockey pucks here. And the word "biscuit" started to look weird. And I thought a lot about the woman who shared this fear, and how she was force-fed biscuits as a kid. I'll never look at biscuits the same way, again.