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~DEEP KISSES & full of life... .

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~ l i f e ... .   . .  . ..... D E E P   K I S S E S .
deep passions. deep dedication and direction. other deep people to share it all with. and really, really feeling what you're doing.


otherwise... what the heck is it all for, anyway~? we're going around once with this Life~ (well, this time anyway... ) so what are we gonna do with the chance ~? with our own personal bag of tricks safely tucked  in our pockets ~ in our heads ~  in our hearts ~ in our computers ~ ~ ?
what would you shout from the rooftops ~? you just gotta get it out there .
so~~~~ .. .   .    .       .
the inspiration for all of this shouting~ 
just recently... .   . my computer and it's backup were stolen. all my writings. all my photos. the beautiful and passionate documenting of my Life. gone.
& yes.... .   . it's taking me awhile, it comes and goes, but of course, it is all…

~ a ' good-bye ' tart... . .

a  ' t a r t 'as
.... . .  good-bye ? *
this passionate " e d i b l e "  offered as my token of farewell... .   .
to a person ? to a chapter ? . ... a dream ?
a tart made of everything i hold dear. everything that's  " me "  to offer ~
~ these sweet, fresh blueberries warmed gently in my own rose glaze...
perched on top of a lovely lemon custard...
cradled by a strong enough  yet gentle & crumbling sweet crust made with a fresh herb and a pinch  of white pepper for spice, then adding nuts for  ground and strength and texture...
presented humbly in a brown parchment paper cup, surrounded with another cup of color.  color, that i can't seem to do without...
finished with, and nestled in, and crowned in  more petals. *
so, there it is. me, given, as one single bite. . ...cause i just don't know how to do it any other way ~
as the songs say.... .
*   baby i give you my world... . you can go your own way... . you can call it another day... .

*   …

~ ~~* jasmine flower layers... . . ~*

~       ~   ~~* it's all about the

l a y e r s

isn't it ?  ~ ~ ............*
i seem to always want it all. all at the same time.
fresh,  unique, satisfying,  separate,  together
always... .  a smooth flowing blend of nourishments,  of tastes and textures and thoughts and colors ~ ~ with people & food & places, comforting tradition, conversation, electric new ideas, clarity, mess. and most of all... . i want it, i need it to be full with emotions. with feeling. with meaning. with caring. with a heart.
all of this is my real  f o o d . emotions and places and people to feed to myself.
deliciously stirring in all the spicy intensities of  'real time' of real voices of real... . i think it's called  life's foods .
with all the juicy imperfections. all the wonder. the inspirations. the lessons. laughs. stories. tears. ~ so... .   .
where are we today? what are we eating? what do i think? what do i feel? who's coming along? who's there? how hungry am i? how do i know when i've arrived?
.    .  . . ..........…

n e x t Window... . " painted C a k e s ~ "

" c a k e s ! "
~ok... february is here. to me, that means something sweet.
.  . ... what's really  s w e e t  in life?
so this installation is all about ' what's on the plate? '
. ...on life's pedestal ?

my inspiration? a vision of that ultimate, fantasy  ' c a k e ' ! ~* tall, tall, never-ending  t a l l~ smooth and beautiful and etherial~ hand-painted with a sweet wash of edible pastry color~ piled even taller with layers of the darkest chocolate spread thin like paper~ pale green chopped pistachios & rose petals as confetti ~ with of course... . the ' cherry on top ' !
so... .  here's the box of goodies... the tools... the magic ~ from this... .   . .  . ...to this. ( magic how it all fits in one little box- )
just think if we all put everything in our lives on a pedestal ~ well, pedestal... in a good way like- with a chosen "respect" and "attention". right down to the cherry filling. with the leaves and stems and pits. every detail accept…

~winter persimmon tart... . .

.  . ... so what do we do with these beautiful  p  e  r  s  i  m  m  o  n  s  ? well... . what would you w a n t t o b e ? hopefully... . certainly not the u  s  u  a  l  thing. on a cool day i'd want to be warmed up a bit in b   u   t   t   e   r ... .   . with just a sprinkle of brown sugar... . maybe just a drizzle of balsamic vinegar... . ~ my life as a p  e  r  s  i  m  m  o  n  would now be ready for anything... . ~ i could now lay myself atop a lovely chilly quenelle of the perfect ice cream~ a pure vanilla... . a peppery dark chocolate... . or spread on a nice warm slice of humble toast. but~ i think i would really like to rest on a fluffy pillow of a  spicy g  i  n  g  e  r  e  d  cream. held and wrapped in a crust made with almonds and rosemary... . then garnished with bright little squares of fresh p e r s i m m o n and feel the shimmering grains of grapefruit sugar and julienned r o s e   p e t a l s come floating down over the top. laid on a crisp sheet of parchment with the rose stem that held these petals... . then i would be prese…