Art Show "Lactose Intolerance" 2016 Boise, Idaho
I have worked in the coffee business for a good portion of my
life and support my local cafe regularly. Sure, the extra
pep in my step is a plus, but I have recently discovered another
venue of appreciation for coffee: its aesthetic.
Weird, right? When “coffee” comes to mind, I want a light roast:
bright, smooth, with subtle notes of 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 compliment
espresso with lattes, cappuccinos, macchiatos 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 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 Milk
wouldn’t strike. Both are needed for the balance, both are needed
for a change.