Friday, November 16, 2012

When Artists Cook



Pantry Jenga.....




Hi Everyone, Tracey Fletcher King here.  Finally I am getting this post off to you as part of the When Artist’s Cook Series... talk about a task and a half... you see I had this great idea that I would paint part of my pantry  because it is a great go to place  when I am low on ideas and need something to draw... there is just something about all the bright colours on the packaging that always appeals to me... in fact I have been known to buy ingredients based on the packaging... which means I am a complete marketers dream.... put it into a pretty packet and it will find its way into the trolley.


So I popped into the pantry and took a couple of photos... there was the ever teetering Tower of Tea... which I have drawn before so didn’t seem like a likely target... the row or cereals, but they are kind of boring.... the cluster of sauces and bits... had possibilities... but at the end of the day nothing compares to the deep dark corner that holds all the tins and spices... now as you can see there is nothing orderly about this part of the pantry... in fact it is downright dangerous half the time ... take one wrong can without shoring up the rest and you find yourself buried under the avalanche of corn, black beans and salmon... and for the record a tin of salmon landing on your foot at just the right angle leads to quite the bruise...
Photos in hand I headed back to the studio, printed them out, picked the image and started drawing it up... was interrupted about five galzillion times, got totally distracted... forgot what I was drawing... drew a million other things... spent too long on Pinterest looking at recipes.... filled some commissions .... wrote some blogs... did some more painting... wrote to Dion saying she would have it tomorrow... forgot about it ... again... got distracted ... again... remembered to work on it... almost finished it... then gust of bloody wind picked it up when I was off making a cuppa and smeared the wet paint everywhere... so cursed and shook head... ate chocolate to console myself.... and then started again... until finally here it is... told you it was a task and a half... all for a messy pile of tins....


Which begs the question as to why I don’t get in and organise it... why not line it up and group them according to content so you can find the tin you need without having to unpack half the shelf... or at the very least not stick large tins on top of small ones... and a bit of organisation may also answer the age old question as to how on earth I end up with so many cans of chick peas.... alas I ignore all of this sensibleness... I laugh in the face of an organised and safe pantry... I am in it for the danger...the thrill of discovery... the puzzlement that is the aforementioned tins of chickpeas... I love the Jenga-esque nature of the hunt... the possibility of being buried under the inevitable avalanche...the dance that comes with getting your feet out of the way of the falling tins of beans ... it appeals to my sense of adventure and fun... and if I am entirely honest there is nothing quite as enjoyable as sending other family members to fetch something and hear the yelps and crashes emerging... which could be seen as sadistic but so much danger has been sucked out of our sanitised, anti- bacterialised lives that I think it really brings some excitement to the day...so how can that be a bad thing... xx