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).