Paintings
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"Lactose Intolerance" 2016
I have worked in the coffee business for a good portion of my life, and constantly praise it on a daily basis. Sure, the extra pep in my step is a plus, but recently I have discovered another venue of appreciation for the coffee; it’s aesthetic. Weird, right? When “coffee” comes to mind, I want a light roast, bright, smooth, with subtle nodes of a fruits or chocolate. The color that comes to mind, black. Not very colorful or detailed at all, but that’s my preference. Some people like a bit of coffee with their sugar, some enjoy nicely aerated milk to compiment espresso with lattes, cappuccinos, macchiattos etc... Milk tends to alter the coffee into something different than what it naturally is. This is where it begins. The epic battle taking place inside of the cup, the fight for the right balance of light and darkness. Milk, the malicious, young warrior that strikes quickly through the coffee forever changing it into something alien. Coffee the veteran, always ready for the unexpected, but knowing that without its existence the Milk wouldn’t strike. Both are needed for the balance, both are needed for a change. |
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