...with food has me stuffing my recipe box (and face) with wonderful possibilities, and ho-humming the fact that I have to actually make the meals to enjoy them. After some sixty years of the so-called 'culinary arts', I am no fan of cooking at all. You do realize that is somewhere in the neighbourhood of 15-20,000 dinners alone? So I cleaned out my recipe box the other day, discarding a huge pile of 'what was I thinking' recipes - some tried, some failed, some of no interest at all. And you know when an artist working in paper gets rid of paper, it never really disappears.
|'Meals I Have Murdered' © Win Dinn |
8 1/4" x 4 1/2" x 1" 2021
it can take a good long while. I was praying that the book would hold together at least long enough to take some photos - now that's done it can go onto a top shelf and slowly disintegrate into the woodwork. 😵
All is not lost, as I still have stacks of discarded recipes waiting for a home and no doubt the Universe will provide some much stronger tubular paper bags.
Here's what I learned:
- Make sure your substrate can take your abuse...strong, paintable, and sewable.
- If it's not working, keep playing...you'll learn something and the freedom of knowing the end product is not important is liberating to the max.