Food is a place where I love to play creatively. I have no demands upon myself and adore the freedom of creatively piecing together ideas. Today I returned to the pleasant pastime of pickling things and inventing new concoctions & creations. And I love the thought that the true final output won’t really be known for a while when I open the jars once again, but for now I have adored playing with the palette of colours and palate of flavours.
More oddball New York-era paintings of mine from the start of the millennium that I found in the attic. I think I was trying to say something profound about words (palate) and painted visuals (palette).
Found some old sketches in my notebook for a series of large scale paintings I wanted to do called The Palate Series (or maybe The Pallet Series) which used sayings and phrases from different languages (English, French, German, Swedish) that played with the idea of language – often a linguistic turn of phrase or idea. Also, I was enamoured with the idea of these kinda pop art style paintings that used words as the central imagery, and how the words were literally exploding with colour at the heart of the canvas. I hope to return to these some day and paint them on large canvases.