Rich, perfectly puffed morsels expand with
proportioned baking powder and precedent flour
to the delight of an array of eaters.
Food created for a guest, music for a listener,
writing for a reader but I wonder about
my object in visual art
is it sinking, collapsing inward, crumbling reflexively?
Drawing on my daily structure and context,
proceeding to my taste, egress-less, and stuffing itself full?
Buttery eggs in a banana-peanut-potato-pineapple cake with
lemon glaze and yellow sprinkles
Delightful audial descriptions and dazzling visual delicacies
to nauseate a dinner guest.
What constitutes an abuse of ingredients?
A misuse of materials?
Are there sounds to squander?
Words to waste?
I can’t get it out of my head: What if my artwork is just a weird yellow jumble, fun to make and superficially interesting but ultimately unpalatable? I envy the way music and writing interact with mass audiences and I’m afraid that my art will remain irrelevant and uninfluential. And why am I so obsessed with food?