"I show my son how to cook because I have learned, for me, that is where love lives."
I feel this so strongly—the way food and the preparation and sharing of it knits humans together, especially through the wordless seasons. What a bittersweet frame of memory for the vivid, visceral present.
Artist Series: On Where The Love Lives
loved this, the weaving of your conversation, and the weaving of cooking and memory xx
"I show my son how to cook because I have learned, for me, that is where love lives."
I feel this so strongly—the way food and the preparation and sharing of it knits humans together, especially through the wordless seasons. What a bittersweet frame of memory for the vivid, visceral present.