I’m curating a Simpsons art show at the Handsome Daughter, and SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!
For more info, go here!
Show opens on April 27th. New works by yours truly, and some of Winnipeg’s best and brightest. More info to come shortly.
I’m curating a Simpsons art show at the Handsome Daughter, and SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!
For more info, go here!
Show opens on April 27th. New works by yours truly, and some of Winnipeg’s best and brightest. More info to come shortly.
Hey everyone. How’s it going?
Anyway, I’m asexual.
I’ve known it for a long time now, but I’m just now getting around to telling people about it. So, yeah, there you go.
Alright, so that’s that then. That was easy.
For those of you who may not fully know what I’m talking about, asexuality basically means that I don’t feel sexual attraction to either sex, men or women. It’s not incredibly common, but it’s also not completely out of the norm, either. About 1% of the population, give or take, identify as asexual, or are at least more asexually leaning than other orientations. It can run the gamut from people who don’t want any sexual, or even physical interaction in their lives whatsoever, to people in committed relationships who do have sex, but do so with their partner with the understanding that it’s not a persistent need for them. I’m more on that end than the other. It’s known as ‘Gray’, or ‘grey-sexual’, meaning I don’t rule it out entirely, but it’s something that I don’t really have a desire for currently. Not saying never again, just being truthful about where I’ve been and where I’m at right now.
I’ve always known there was something a little ‘off’ about the way I viewed relationships and sex. I never experienced any trauma or shame about it, but I had the suspicion early on that perhaps other people viewed it differently than I did. I saw people become far more interested in it far quicker than I did as a kid. I have distinct memories of middle school and high school, telling myself “Okay, if anyone asks, (Random Girl X) is who you have a crush on”. I’d like to take this moment to thank the various Random Girl X’s I’ve had for being dandy placeholders when I needed you.
I grew up to be a bit of a weird kid, and along with that came the basic assumptive traits one would put on a kid like me. A little awkward, shy, most likely straight but probably just looking for the right person. Probably.
I entered my 20s, and largely viewed these parts of growing up as going through the motions. Lost my virginity, had a small handful of failed relationships, pretty much the usual. I always knew it mattered less to me than it seemingly did to others. I’ve never really had a serious long term girlfriend, and it never really bothered me. Other people were losing their god damn minds about sex and relationships, and I considered myself lucky that I only had garden variety anxiety and depression to deal with. I got along with everyone, and figured with time the ship would right itself.
Then, about five years ago, things were pretty dim. Creatively, I was in a rut. I was lonely, working a job I hated (the Smut Shoppe, which I’m sure some of you will assume was not a coincidence), feeling very unfulfilled, and not really sure what the problem was.
So I quit that job, went back to a better job (yay, Archangel Fireworks), wrote my first one person show, and promised myself that I’d never let my self worth drift that low ever again. To give myself a new thing to focus on, and I got to making One Sheets. A brand new creative pursuit that not only resulted in bad ass looking art, but also reinvigorated me. I loved making stuff again. I started loving stand up again. I wrote another Fringe show. I made bigger things. Crazier things. Sold them all over the country. Now, it’s my job. My terrible paying, time consuming, stupid job. Oh, how I love it, so.
Multiple people have told me over the past year that I’m been more fun to be around. I changed for the better, and I’m hopeful that will continue. There was just one little thing that I thought I still had to hide from people. Around the same time, 2012-2013, I began to realize that I was asexual.
Admitting I was asexual, at first, felt like a small defeat. I was tired. I was so tired of all the things I had convinced myself I needed to be in order to be happy. As I chipped away at them, the more I let go of that stress. Still, giving up trivial things like material goods, notoriety, and jealousy were all things that I took direct action to change. It took work. The asexual thing was different. It was something that I knew was true the whole time, but I still acted the way I felt other people expected me to.
I didn’t feel normal. I felt like I was lying to people, and in a way I was. It’s difficult to put into words, but I was constantly running everything I said and did though a filter. A kind of “is this what a straight man with an averagely active sex drive would say and do?” filter. It may not sound like it would have that drastic of an impact, but I felt it every time I did it. Every time I talked with other men about women. Every time someone would ask me about my sex life. Every time my mom would ask if I had a girlfriend. Every time I had a conversation with a single woman I could potentially have asked out.
Oh, God. To every woman I’ve ever met in my life that applies to, I owe you all a coke and an apology. Before knowing the truth about myself, I put a lot of women though a hell of an awkward ringer. Most of you still talk to me, too, which is commendable all by itself. Have you ever tried flirting with someone you don’t want to have sex with because you’re afraid you’ll hurt their feelings if you don’t? Ever called someone the day after a party to apologize for NOT making out with them the night before? Ever known you’ve screwed up a social interaction so bad that you’ve put someone into a position where they feel they need to reject you, and you have to act hurt even though you’re actually relieved? Ever make someone hate you, because you think them assuming you’re an asshole is an easier thing for them to wrap their head around?
These situations were so awkward, so pointless, and on my end so manipulative, that I gave up on them altogether. I knew how I felt, and I didn’t need to hurt other people in order to prop up the idea that I was presenting as having ‘normal’ levels of attraction to people. It didn’t feel right to try and be with someone without being up front about how I truly felt about not only them, but sex and relationships as a whole. It not only felt good to distance myself from it, it felt right.
So, that, coupled with focusing on my art, comedy, and getting my head together, I entered 2016 feeling pretty good. Things were looking promising, and I felt miles away from where my head was at four years ago. Then, I turned 30, which even though I celebrated with minimal fanfare, I knew was kind of a big deal, considering where I’d ended up. I had made the right decisions (at least a few), and I could see the results. I was happier. People could tell I was happier. I was optimistic. Plus, I didn’t feel like entering a new decade of my life under false pretenses. Coming to terms with it in my own head was one thing, it was time to let other people know.
Before I went public, I knew I had to tell my mom. She deserved to hear it from me directly, and not through some long, drawn out blog post. Plus, she’s always had my back through every weird decision I’ve made, so I was only a little nervous telling her. The only thing she asked was “Are you happy?”. When she could see that I was, we hugged it out and all was good. I love you, mom. She’s a little bummed that she’s not likely to get any grand-kids from me any time soon, but thankfully my niece took care of that a little while ago. Thanks for that, Blair and Jacklyn. Sorry I didn’t say it directly to you two, you were busy spinning Quinn around in circles and whatnot. Give her a hug for me for taking some of the edge off.
I then rolled it out one on one to a few people I knew I could trust. Close friends, people I could confide in, and a few people in the LGBT community who I sought for advice, all of whom I can’t thank enough. Melanie, for being super supportive and being along for a long, long ride of conversations about our misadventure before this. Lara, for you words of encouragement, your bravery, and for making me feel hope when I was still having reservation. Lindsay, for you joyful excitement when I told you. Tim, for being the first person to make fun of me, which was exactly what I wanted from a person who gets me better than anyone. Chantel, who took me to a lesbian hackey sac party in a hotel room to celebrate (not kidding). And, lastly, Paula, for always being there, for kind of knowing it all along, and for officially becoming the Archie to my Jughead.
I’ve been very fortunate to have surrounded myself already with a lot of very cool, interesting, funny, thoughtful and smart people. I’m lucky, and I feel like I owe it to you all to be who I really am around you. I would have kept this inside forever if I didn’t feel like I had people around me know I know would love and respect me no matter what. So, truly, from the bottom of my cold dead heart, thank you.
If this changes your opinion of me, or if you take issue with anything I’ve said and want to ask me more, I’d be happy to talk about it. Privately, I’d prefer. The internet is not known for it’s ability to create intelligent and concise discussions. Just know, I’m not asking for any special consideration or commendation for this. You don’t need to act any differently around me, hold back anything you’d normally want to say around me, or feel you need to tip-toe around the issue when I’m around. I can take a joke about it, I’ve already begun taking the piss out of it onstage. All I ask is the same level of respect I’d give to you. I can’t compare what I’ve gone through to anyone who comes out as gay, bi, or transgander. I know that now I fall under the queer spectrum, and I’m proud of that, but that I’m sure people on both sides of that rainbow have differing opinions about where I stand on it. I have immense respect for people who soldier on when faced with everyone else’s dumbass comments about who they think they are. Everyone I’ve told thus far has been very supportive, so I’m not exactly sure what to expect going full-on public with it. I’m not naive enough to think that it won’t change some people’s view of me, but I feel like I’m prepared for it. I suspect some people will either not know what asexual means, might try to poke holes in the whole ‘grey’ thing, I might get mis-labeled as celibate (different thing, look it up), I’ll get asked a bunch of questions about my private life that nobody ever cared about before, or some might just think I’m making this up for whatever reason. Again, I’m a huge fan of civil discussion. If you’re not, but choose to talk to me about who you think I am anyway, I’m prepared to educate you. Or tell you to fuck off. Whatever speaks to me in the moment.
And hey, if you don’t feel like taking about sex with me at all, that’s cool too. I’m asexual. I’m super into that. So, yeah. Sweet.
The good news is, now that this is out in the open, I’ve been pretty relieved. You’d be amazed how quickly something stops bothering you once you just come right out and say it. Most people I’ve come out to quickly realize it’s something that suits me, and we fall right back in to our old dynamic. It’s not something that I think shakes people’s opinion of me to the core, but rather fills in a missing piece that maybe some people were curious about me.
I’m happy. I’m in a better place than I’ve been perhaps my whole adult life. I’m excited to solidify friendships with people I already know, and meet new people with a totally honest attitude.
It’s pretty awesome, you guys. Thanks for everything.
– J.D. Renaud, April 14th, 2016
Yoo-hoo, boys and girls. It’s time once again to show off some of the copywritten materials that I’ve bastardized for your amusement.
The winter was a very nice one, all things considered. I made an exciting journey back home to Toronto to be a part of the Super Naughty Show at the new Super Wonder Gallery, which was balls to the wall insanity. Met some really talented folks, and saw some very clever and memorable re-imaginings of human genitals. Kudos to Christian Aldo and his amazing team who are still putting on fantastic group shows and giving great exposure (and legit business) to dozens of talented artists. This lowly ‘sumbitch in the frozen prairies could not be more grateful to have been a part of it.
Then, after that extravaganza, I just wrapped a mini exhibition of my own work, which was a joyous pain in the ass, and a fantastic experiment in seeing what I could cook up if left entirely to my own devices. I called the show ‘The Director’s Cut’, and most of what you see in this update debuted in it. Many were passion projects and series’ that I’ve wanted to explore (Beastie Boys, retro video games), and a few were rare juicy little numbers that I was lucky enough to get my hands on (Birdman, Primus, Mad Max). All in all, a successful week long run, and a really fun series in the middle of my winter commissions. Frame Arts Warehouse has always been incredibly accommodating to whatever bonkers ideas I have for their space, and I’m sure this will not be the last time we will collaborate on something big, fun, and dumb together.
ALSO, some good news for those of you who want to buy me groceries by-proxy, SOME OF THESE BABIES ARE STILL FOR SALE! Take a peek under the title for the price, or, if you feel like skipping that step, head on over to the For Sale section to see is something strikes your fancy.
‘…Oh’, formerly John Wick
‘I Liked That Poster’, formerly Birdman
‘Tentatively Untitled’, formerly Mad Max : Fury Road
‘Get Real Close To The TV, Kids’, formerly Primus
’50 Cups Of Coffee’, formerly Beastie Boys – Hello Nasty
‘Sometimes I Like To Brag’ and ‘Sometimes I’m Soft Spoken’, formerly Beastie Boys – Hello Nasty
‘Another Dimension’, formerly Beastie Boys
‘Scientists Of Sound’, formerly Beastie Boys
‘Kill Screen’, formerly Donkey Kong
‘Another Castle’, formerly Super Mario Bros.
‘Pick A Box. It’s Contents Will Help You On Your Way.’, formerly Super Mario Bros. 3
‘NES 1 and 2’, formerly Super Mario Bros 1 and 3
‘There’s No Crazy People Around Here’, formerly Friday the 13th
‘Widely Considered As A Bad Move’, formerly Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy
‘You Smell Like Fear’, formerly Surviving Christmas
‘While We Were Talking’ and ‘I Saw You Nodding Out’, formerly The Clash – London Calling
‘Hope and Hard Work’, formerly Justin Trudeau campaign poster
‘Now I Am Become Death, Destroyer Of Worlds’, formerly Godzilla
‘Rainbow Pony Power’, formerly My Little Pony
‘Make Like A Tree’, ‘And Get Outta Here’, formerly Back To The Future
‘We’re All Counting on You’, formerly Airplane!
The winter bounty has been plentiful, my friends.
This collection is the massive bulk of what I was making since the tail end of November. Spring shall bring forth a butt-load of new and exciting treats, but the dark and frozen ground brought with it some tasty little delights, as you can see.
All that you see here, once again, were either commissions or have been sold. Anything that pops up either here or in the Gallery is in some lucky weirdos hands, unless it says otherwise. New stuff that is still up for grabs will be up in the For Sale section. I’m working adding more to that, but I have a stupidly large number of commissions to get through, so expect that in… I don’t know, October? Whatever, I’m busy. Slag off.
‘Elements of Harmony’ formerly My Little Pony
‘The Hell Of It’, formerly three Phantom Of The Paradise mini posters
‘Well, I Figured, What The Hell?’, formerly Back To The Future
‘At Least It’s An Ethos’, formerly the Big Lebowski
‘You’ve Got Red On You’, formerly Shaun Of The Dead
‘It’s So Stupid, It’s Positively Brilliant’, formerly The Great Escape
‘Swallow Death and Spit It Out Of Me’, formerly Royal Hunt Of The Sun
‘See, Just Where I Said It Was’, formerly Jackie Brown
‘I Speak Jive’, formerly Airplane!
‘The Monkey In The Wrench’, formerly Die Hard
‘Poor Bastard Will See Them Soon Enough’, formerly Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
‘I Follow Your General Idea’, formerly Gone With The Wind
‘No Idea’, formerly ______
One of the most interesting commissions I’ve received to date. This was a request to be made as a gift, and the person who placed the order insisted that I never reveal who ordered it, or what the poster originally was. The only ones who know are the person who ordered it and myself. Guess all you want, I guarantee you’ll never figure it out.
‘I’m Gonna See It If I Have To Go Blind Trying’, formerly Mallrats
”You’re Doing It!’, and ‘You’re Using Your Imagination!’, formerly Hook
‘Some Of It Was True’, formerly London Calling by The Clash
‘This Is My Mecca!’, formerly Grindhouse
‘God, I Hate Knowing Everything’, formerly Armageddon
‘The Songs Are All About Dying And Jail’, formerly Damn Your Eyes posters and Self-Destructivism handbills
I will be listening to the song Wonderful Christmas Time by Paul McCartney for 24 hours to raise money for SmileTrain.org.
I will start at 11:59pm on December 23rd, ending at 11:59pm on December 24th.
It will be done live at The Purple Room at 318 Ross Ave. All are welcome to visit, though I can’t imagine why you would.
Track my progress by following @jdrenaud.
Any donation is welcome.
Interesting things can develop when you accept nonsense into your heart.
About a month ago, before going to bed, I had to set my alarm to wake up at a reasonable hour the next day. I had to, because I had a big list of commissions to get through, a bunch of e-mails to return, some deliveries to make, some posters to pick up, and a show to do that night.
That was when it hit me. This was the first time that I had ever done that. This tiny action of setting my alarm and going to bed early, so that I can be well rested and refreshed for a day devoted exclusively to activities best described as ‘playtime’. I realized that the entire day ahead of me required that I maintain my wits and make my things.
I don’t know if that’s the way most people realize they have become full-time creative people, but that’s how it happened for me.
I’m broke, I’m tired, my apartment looks like hell and I’m working my ass off, but I’m also eking out a modest living doing what I love and making my whack-a-do shit the way I want to.
I must say, I’m enjoying it.
Thank you, truly, to everyone who helped me get here. I’ve been fortunate enough to have a lot of great support, and its always nice to have those happy thoughts in your head while you’re ripping up a picture of Liv Tyler at 4am on a Tuesday.
Alright, all that sappiness aside, lets get down to brass tacks. Here’s a nice smattering of what I’ve been up to the last few months. All of these were commissioned pieces, so unfortunately for you they are all sold. If you’re really cheesed about that, remember, you can always commission something fancy for yourself and avoid this kind of heartbreak in the future.
There is some exciting new stuff coming down the pipe very soon, but in the meantime, point your lookin’ balls this way…
‘Surviving’, formerly Shaun of the Dead
‘Real Change’, formerly 90 Robert Falcon Ouellette campaign posters
‘Street Walking Cheetah’, formerly Iggy and the Stooges – Raw Power cover
‘I Don’t Feel That I Need To Explain My Art To You’, formerly Empire Records
‘Things To Not Talk About’, formerly Best In Show
‘Go On Then, Paul. Don’t Be Long’, formerly Paul
SOLD (to my friend Paul. Surprisingly)
‘Tis But A Scratch’, formerly Monty Python and the Holy Grail
‘August 6, 1945, 815am’, formerly Godzilla
‘Voyeuristic Intentions’, formerly The Rocky Horror Picture Show
I’ve emerged from my cave with a bounty of batshit to share.
Well, it’s been an interesting and amazing few months. Between mounting a one person Fringe show and desperately avoiding the sun, I’ve just wrapped my first solo gallery show. The response was incredible, and I can’t thank people enough for showing up, giving a damn, and lending support to me and my work. It’s always nice to know that my joyous downward spiral is as amusing to watch as it is to experience, so a big thanks to everyone who helped make it a success, namely Paul Little and the staff of Frame Arts Warehouse. You crazy kids are alright.
This series is compiled of the pieces that made their debut in the gallery, and a few commissioned pieces I’ve made over the summer. Most have been sold, but a few are still up for grabs! I’m making another venture to Toronto to scrounge up some new posters, and I’ve already got a pile of commissions to get through to keep me going for the next little while. No rest for the stupid.
‘Acherontia Styx’, formerly The Silence of the Lambs
‘I Missed The Part Where That’s My Problem’, formerly Spiderman
‘A Chalky Undertaste’, formerly Rosemary’s Baby
‘This Town Needs an Enema’, formerly Batman
‘That’s Why I Really Hate Sharks’, formerly Sharknado
’36 Hours’, formerly Blow
‘My Disappointing Early Work’, formerly ‘Children’s Programming’ formerly Clerks
I suppose this one is a little on the nose, but it felt right. This was maybe the third or fourth One Sheet I’d finished, and was one I brought out last November at the Self-Destructivism Video Dance, the first time I ever showed them to people. I never liked it. I always felt it had a very amateurish stink to it. After I’d made more and started feeling more confident in them, this one stuck out even worse. Since I’ve started there have been a lot of attempted One Sheets that did not pass muster, or were just flat out shitty, that I’ve never shown people. The less said about my misguided Snakes on a Plane experiment the better. However, I made the fatal flaw of showing this one off to people. It’s a lesson every budding creative type needs to learn. Just because you’re excited about doing something does not mean everyone needs to see every facet of it. A wiser man than myself once told me that it’s always on you to know if the work you’re doing is actually any good. Forget what others say, positive or negative. If you’re genuinely good, you’re an honest critic of your own work. You’ll know if the stuff you made meets your standards. Everyone else is just guessing.
‘Japan Four’, formerly Freddy Got Fingered
‘Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost’, formerly four posters for Lies of a Promiscuous Woman
A really cool commission for the cast and crew. I was honored to be asked, considering the notoriety of the posters. Thanks to Veronica for the opportunity.
‘You’re My Favorite Customer’, formerly The Room
This will be available to be WON, at a special screening of The Room at the Park Theater on Sunday September 7th as part of the Interactive Movie Nights.
Also, cool little tidbit about this one, this poster was sold to me by Tommy Wiseau and Greg Sestero. I bought two, and got them to sign one for me to keep. They looked very confused when I said I did not want them to sign this one, and I really did not want to go into the whole detail of explaining why.
I have this problem, in that I can never find it in myself to throw away any of the little remainders of a poster that don’t make it into the final piece. This is my tiny way of giving them a second chance to shine.
‘Suicide Booth’, formerly Futurama – SOLD
‘Wiseau’, formerly The Room – $15
‘Gnadenlos’, formerly The Silence of the Lambs – $15
‘Television’, formerly Futurama – $15
‘Cianflone’, formerly Pizza Hotline flyers – $15
‘G: General Audiences’, formerly 2001: A Space Odyssey – $15
‘Sretaeht’, formerly Pokemon: the Movie – $15
‘Stallone’, formerly Rambo: First Blood Part II – $15
‘R: Restricted – Black’, formerly The Room – $15
‘Based On A True Story’, formerly Blow – SOLD
‘R: Restricted – White’, formerly Dirty Harry – $15
‘This Film Is Not Yet Rated’, formerly Girl With The Dragon Tattoo – SOLD
‘We Were Brainwashed’, formerly The Breakfast Club – SOLD
‘Sexy Communism’, formerly Dr. Strangelove – SOLD
Ah, the joy of destroying stuff.
Upon returning from my poster scavenging expedition in Toronto, the last month has been nothing but fun commissions and interesting projects. I was happy to have a number of cool requests, and I was thrilled to get the chance to leave my stink all over them.
As for the future of the One Sheet project, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is you may not see as many updates up here, or very many new One Sheets for sale from me in the next little while. Awwww, maaaaan.
However, don’t worry, because since I’m a jerk, the good news totally overrides the bad news. I’m pleased to announce that I’m going to be putting on my very first gallery show!
Mark your calenders kiddies, because from August 24th to the 31st, I will be taking over the Frame Arts Warehouse C Space gallery for my very first solo show! There will be DOZENS of brand new, one of a kind pieces made for this show, and ALL of them will be for sale. I’m also planning a number of special events in and around Frame, so stay tuned for updates very soon about those festivities.
All of the One Sheets in this series are spoken for, and I’d just like to give a friendly howdy-do to Natalie, Jesse, Matt, Dave, Ryan, and Sean for their kind patronage of my bullshit.
‘Dogs And Cats Living Together’, formerly Ghostbusters
‘Deny Them My Essence’, formerly Dr. Strangelove
‘Renaud (Hidden Track)’, formerly 4 Islands tour posters
‘Predator Pink’, formerly Riddick
‘Six Shots, Or Only Five?’, formerly Dirty Harry
‘That’s A Very Nice Rendering’, formerly 2001: A Space Oddesey
‘Fuck You #WhiteHouseDown’, formerly White House Down
‘Damn Your Eyes’, formerly a couple things
The image created to be used in the program for my upcoming show in the 2014 Winnipeg Fringe Festival.
After a month of no money and isolation during the coldest and shittiest winter this God forsaken ice tundra has seen since the 1970s, I’ve emerged from my cave with a new little batch of colourful little malcontents.
You hit an interesting point after you make enough of these things, I’ve found. Now that I have a vague sense of what I’m doing, and experimented with a few new approaches , I can authoritatively tell you all what I’ve learned about my artistic process. I can tell you all right now, with great certainty, that art is dumb. Really fucking dumb. It’s tedious, takes up a lot of my time, is on my mind constantly, makes me very little money, and at the end of the day, I’m an adult in my late 20s without a full time job making bizarre arts and crafts alone in my apartment.
And I would not have it any other way.
I’m going away on a expedition to collect some commissioned posters, and after I return and make those, I plan to keep my next plans for One Sheets on the down low for a little while. I’ve proved to myself and enough people that I’m not entirely wasting my time, and hopefully I’m able to whip up some stuff that will be really sweet.
‘Too Much Sibilance’, formerly The Brave Little Toaster To The Rescue
‘They Talk A Lot, Don’t They?’, formerly Pulp Fiction
‘One Of The Ones That Became Nothing’, formerly Pulp Fiction
I had a lot of extra scraps left over from the massive Pulp Fiction One Sheet, enough to make a whole 16 by 20 and 8 by 10 out of them. Those big ones are such a pain in the ass, but they are so worth it.
‘Man Of Tomorrow’, formerly Superman
‘Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na’, formerly Batman
‘With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility’, formerly Spider-Man
The three superhero themed One Sheets were a sweet commission series for my boss’ baby’s room. Super happy for the chance to make those. Start the kids off weird, that’s what I always say.
‘Hi, I’m Jerry Cianflone’, formerly 20+ Pizza Hotline flyers
‘Personality Goes A Long Way, formerly Pulp Fiction
Since starting this whole One Sheet business, I’ve had a number of people ask how exactly they are made. I decided that for perhaps the grandest, most complex, and most requested pieces I’ve ever undertaken, I’d document the entire process from start to finish. From assembling materials, to the first cut, all the way to the final top coat, I take you through every step of the dark and sticky journey.
Here now is a peek behind the curtain into how the artistic hot dog is made…
Pics of the process…