It’s a little after 10PM and I just finished bottling 19 jars of homegrown, homemade jabuticaba jam. What is jabuticaba you ask? Jabuticaba is a tropical fruit-bearing tree. The fruit itself looks a lot like grapes on the outside but it is white on the inside and tastes a tinge bit sour. Not to brag, but I’m an awesome colleague because 19 of them will be surprised with some jam tomorrow right on their desk tomorrow. I’m that person that leaves wrapped Christmas and birthday presents, travel souvenirs, and sporadic homemade jam on her colleagues’ desk. Jelly much? (Total pun intended).
For the next couple of days while I tweak the layout on my site. I felt a change of scenery was much needed. Though having just said that…Watch me revert back to the old layout if I can’t find features that I feel are better suited.
In case you’ve ever wondered what stink bugs’ eggs look like, here it is. Now I’m super cautious when I’m putting away my sun-dried laundry since these buggers like to lay right on freshly washed clothes. I mean, the last thing anyone wants is to open their drawer and find a full fledge stink bug hatch fest. True story, it happened to my dear mama as I heard her ew-ing and shouting. I love my mom.
Beautifully fractured is how I’d describe New York photographer Bing Wright’s Broken Mirror/Evening Sky. Wright used shattered mirrors as a blank canvas for capturing the reflection of sunsets.
This handmade necklace by yours truly is a prototype for keeps. I guess you could call it an artist proof for necklaces. This would be a sister collection to my bottled wishes series. Would you be interested in having this jewelry piece for yourself or a loved one? Each of the encased beads are individually made by hand and measures no more than 5mm in diameter so I often get finger cramps, believe it or not. I suppose I would save a hella lot of time if I used mass produced, factory ready mades…But where is the intimacy in that? This goes without saying because I think it is important to put in the time, effort and care to the things that means something. I am looking forward to working with any brides-to-be on customizing a piece for you and your bridesmaids for your vintage inspired wedding.
For the films that I end up calling a favorite it sometimes takes a couple of reruns for me to fully absorb the the story, appreciate it and recommend it to everyone I know. Stoker was different, a first really. After the final scene began to black out I sat still as the evocatively chilling score by Philip Glass and Clint Mansell played in the background. It is as if I needed that blank space of time to carefully digest what I had just saw. To my slight surprise, I loved it. In other words, this coming- of-age film by Chan-wook Park is hauntingly beautiful and visually enticing.
The cinematography by director of photography, Chung-hoon Chung seamlessly introduced scene transitions from one to the next; causing viewers like me to forget I was even holding my breath. The concise use in the limited dialogue only goes to emanate the emotional and sensual performance found in the dexterity of actors Matthew Goode and Mia Wasikowska.
In efforts of not pulling a Ted Mosby, I leave you with the opening lines from this very film which begs to question the notion of nature versus nurture :
My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by the things that are of myself alone. I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.
Born in 1986, Hsiao-Ron Cheng hails from Taiwan and freelance in digital and illustrative art. Since being shortlisted for an Young Illustrator Award, Cheng has garnered a wide range of clients from fashion labels to design agencies. Her color palettes are soft in pastel and her work carries a deeper story than meets the eye.
The most pleasant aspect of inspiration is that it can happen anytime and anywhere. With the above set up of photography in mind, I think it’s about time that all of us should do some grocery shopping straight away.
It all started with ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch. During running errands at a supermarket Karsten Wegener, Silke Baltruschat and Raik Holst discovered the face in a piece of packaged ham at the refrigerated counter. The shape of the ham, the arrangement of egg, cucumber, carrot and the packaging was perfect.
This, ‘Scream made of ham’ inspired the three of them to look for more examples in art they could reinterpret with sausages and bologna. This art was important to them in the sausage itself to recognize and make visible to others. In some designs, the appearance of the sausage and the connection to art – for others it is the combination and arrangement of different ingredients, the packaging or the name of the court. By doing this they emphasized on seeing the sausage itself as a piece art and make this also obvious for others.
More food art here on the blog
Society6 had a great deal going on last month and I got to swipe up a few lovely prints by four talented artists before the sale ended. I’ll be posting the prints in turn because each artist deserves their own spotlight.
First up: Nan Lawson. If I’m not completely delusional of time then I think it’s been a couple of years since I first saw Lawson’s familiar-faced illustration. Lawson “draws quirky and nerdy things and characters, which are often inspired by hipsters, cult televisions, and flea markets.” This depiction of Lee Pace in particular is titled, The Piemaker. To anyone who was as disappointed as I was when Pushing Daisies ended earlier than it should have, you can take comfort in the print as I have. You can find Lawson’s site here.