*In his sumptuous exploration of food images (Food in Painting), Kenneth Bendiner states, that " food for the art historian can be the one area where conscious rules and dignified ideas need not hold sway — the real urges and concerns of a painter or his society can rise to the surface. There’s a certain freedom in the margins of art — where experiments and indulgence can operate — in other words more can be learned about someone from his backyard, than from the street façade of his house."
The latest painting from the series" Delicious" is "Scone with Berries and Cream. The Berries are a type of black berry, available all year round here…
Watercolour on Arches Paper…
I grew up in a society where tea time was sacrosanct… dashing into the house after school, at four o’clock in the afternoon straight to the table which tea was laid, was an everyday thing… the weather was hot and the tea was refreshing… after several cups, one felt at peace with the world. Clotted Cream came from England in jars or tins but my mother also whipped up a wonderful cream from the top of the milk that came straight to our home from a neighboring farm every day…dinner was much later on in the evening …
You and I are great souls.
And we come together for a time.
We meet over a cup of tea here on earth.
Shall we leave our shell and join with each other?
Shall we put down our shield and armor?
What will become of us if we do?
What horrible fate awaits us if we are defenseless?
Tea is a time for love and tenderness without fear.
It is a time for sharing and learning and growing.
Come now, leave the battle gear behind.
Brave with me and let’s have tea. E.Grey
Watercolour on Arches Paper..
One day through a half-shut gate
in a courtyard, there among the trees,
we can see the yellow of the lemons;
and the chill in the heart
melts, and deep in us
the golden horns of sunlight
pelt their songs
The strawberry is rough like a slave’s arduous life
Vermillion, green, and fuzzy like an inscripted pathway
It tastes like the first candy bar in a child’s life
It looks like a cold soda on a hot summer day
Sounds like the Sirens decepting voice.
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen …