“Art is the lie that brings us closer to the truth.” -Jackson Pollock
I am facing that fact that for the first time in a very long time, I don’t know who I am. I thought I had everything figured out, and I always took pride in the fact that things were so clear to me, but I’ve never been so unsure.
So I am finding solace in the small things I can control, like cheese made from fresh farm goat’s milk and rosemary grown on our front porch.
I am facing that fact that for the first time in a very long time, I don’t know who I am. I thought I had everything figured out, and I always took pride in the fact that things were so clear to me, but I’ve never been so unsure.
So I am finding solace in the small things I can control, like cheese made from fresh farm goat’s milk and rosemary grown on our front porch.
And ratatouille, beginning with these slowly cooked onions
And ending up like this.
And chocolate torte, with eggs that you beat on the highest anxiety-relieving speed possible, with sugar, until they look like this.
What centers you when the rest of your world is shaken?
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