I wrote the following post in my head as I was making dinner last night. I'd have posted then, but I was having too much delicious fun.
As I am making a hearty stew for dinner, it occurs to me that I view cooking as consumable art. Not all art is meant to be permanent, nor hoarded. Food is like this to me. My palette is the meat, vegetables, grains, spices, herbs and liquids. Each meal, each canvas, is unique and one of a kind.
If I choose to do a paint by numbers, I will make a meal from a tried and true recipe. If I don't like a particular shade, I have the ability to change it.
If I want to work in fast drying medium, I'll make a quick meal.
If I want to work with richer pigments, I'll slow cook a dish, changing the hues as it simmers
In a day's time, I can put out several pieces of art. I can make a modern art dish, replete with simplicity. Or I can create a Masterpiece full meal.
The visceral nature of getting my hands covered with the tools of my art appeals to some deeper longing. I actually enjoy the texture of the foods I cook. I want to experience the alchemical transition of the ingredient to the meal. I like the color of beet stained fingers, and the scent of herbs on the skin. I like being a part of the art I'm creating.
Shopping in the farmer's market and the butcher shop become akin to being let loose in an art store looking for supplies. This is why my artist's soul loves to cook.