Buon giorno!

It's Friday, and I think I just blew some snot into my caffè. Gross. Oh well, I guess that will just give it a slightly salty flavor.

I'm readying myself for another weekend with a long to-do list, which I'm sure I won't get through. In fact, most of the to-do's are left over from last week. This morning, I'm looking through the many photos from Italy, again, trying to determine what I want to put on the wall above the dining table. I'm thinking the warm tones in most of those photos would work in the room. I have a photo on the wall now, but it's not working for me. Too dark.

The photo above is from Firenze. I like the mixture of fresh fruit and overly processed junk food offered. You don't often see that in America, so you don't feel so bad if you reach for the Haribo and Sprite, because tasty-fresh apples and oranges aren't available at the local gas station.

I've been reading a new book, The End of Overeating: Taking Control of the Insatiable American Appetite by David Kessler, which isn't really a self-help book like you would think from the title, but actually an insightful look into how the food corporations make the food we crave and why we crave it. There's lots of talk of testing on lab rat testing, fat, sugar, and salt (To the point, sometimes, where I do not want to hear those 3 words again. I get it!!! already.), and reward. The one thing that really disturbs me is the talk of the food companies trying to make food that melts in your mouth. The food is described as almost pre-chewed and reconstituted just so it takes a few less chomps to make it melt in your mouth and disappear, thus taking the work out of it for you. Really? I'm so lazy that I can't chew 10 more times before swallowing? Maybe not lazy, but apparently this is something people react positively to in their food. Come to think of it, those Lay's potato chips do melt nicely in my mouth. Speaking of Lay's (don't they have the slogan "bet you can't eat just one"?), another theme that pops out in this book is the fact that the food companies want you addicted to their food. Anything less than addicted just won't do. Seriously.

So while I'll never give up my M&Ms and Ruffles with French Onion dip, admonish those who, *gasp*, eat American cheese, or become one of those people who notes the calories of the Chili Cheese Coney with tater tots and an Ocean Water trying to make myself or others feel guilty about what is being enjoyed in the moment, this book is reinforcing my need for home-cooked meals, restaurants that I trust not to feed me frozen, pre-cooked food that can be picked up at my local Safeway in the freezer section, "shopping the perimeter" of the grocery store, or better yet, shopping the Farmer's Market, and just in general enjoying some yummy food. Food, not reconstituted, addictive, melt-in-your-mouth, chemically-laden, overly preserved... un-food? Not sure what you call it at that point. Filler?

Hmm, I have went from "I need a picture" to soapbox in one post this morning. I guess I'm making up for my lack of posts this week.

Til next time... Ciao! (yes, I'm trying to learn Italian, too)

Labels: Books, Day in the Life

posted by courtney @ 10:09 AM 0 comments

Quick - n - Crazy

One of the many present reading materials is the Yellow House, a book about the nine weeks Van Gogh and Gaugin spent living in the south of France, painting together, collaborating, drinking, philosophizing (I'm sure that's not a word, but you get the idea). And, oh yes, let's not forget frequenting the cat houses of Arles.

It's an amusing book, and very insightful if you are interested at all in Van Gogh. He seems to be more the primary focus of the book. Though I do like the system Gaugin introduced for budgeting their money. It was like something I had read as a child on how to budget your money. You have a little box for each fund: one for paint and canvas (the most important), one for food, one for drink, one for tobacco, and one for the whore house. It was funny to see the priorities - I believe food was actually further toward the bottom. Those weren't actually the categories I read about as a child, but you get the idea.

One thing that really struck me was Van Gogh's work style. It gives me hope for my own. His more successful pieces were done in very short time periods. Whereas Gaugin would take days or even weeks to complete a painting, Van Gogh would turn one out in an hour or so. He would attack the canvas, painting with a fury, then be done, very rarely going back to correct or edit. It's not to say all of his paintings were done in this manner. Just many -- the good ones :-)

Why does this give me hope? Because occasionally people think I'm not doing anything, or, gasp, I am procrastinating - when really, I am (doing, not procrastinating). I'm thinking, and planning, and plotting, and then, in the moment, when it feels right, I execute. Lightning fast. Whether it's a trigger finger on the camera, or my fingers typing furiously at the keyboard which sounds and feels like 1000 wpm. And then it's done. Just like that. Bam! There might be a correction or two, but for the most part, I've captured it, whatever it is (and there's your eBay plug for the day). And if there was a deadline there, I met it (I've never understood the idea of an extension).

So the book gives me hope. It makes me realize everyone has their own style, and my style just happens to be similar to one of the most famous painters of all time who was crazier than a redneck saying, "Hay guys! Watch'is!" (hmm, maybe that's just stupidity over crazy -- you can insert your own "crazier than..." statement). Just because I don't obsess and toil over the minutia doesn't mean I'm not giving something my all. Truth be told that planning and plotting has the minutia already embedded in my brain.

Labels: Books, Influences, My Art

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