I hope gun control wins Time Magazine’s Person of the Year 2018. No hashtag this time please.
“I would define my inspiration behind my art as a constant drive to not make something ugly. As soon as I start the piece, it’s a battle against nature to not create something is not pleasant for the eye. I try to breathe life into my pieces with the mantra: how do I make this less ugly?”
I know how much you all love Marigold, and I get it, you are starting to wonder- where is the food? You used to post so much concerning this wonderful topic! Get a glass of wine in this girl and she literally never shuts up about it!
Well my dedicated readers, I have heard you. My food-loving fiends, I have not forgotten about you. My ever hungry audience curious for more from this mastercraft of the whimsical, I am not ignoring you.
I am tickled to announce that a new food blog has already been born. Marigold has a sister, and it is all about cooking! While still under construction, this blog is more than a concept, it is a metaphorical location.
Stay tuned, and stay hungry.
I have a secret that I haven’t told anyone- not my lover or even my mother. I don’t even want to admit it myself. I have talked so. much. shit. about the restaurant life, about how pastry is underrated, how it doesn’t pay, how I am never going back. My goal for 2018 is to get out of the professional kitchen and find a more comfortable way to make money from my love of food.
Not even 2 months into the year, and I am starting to have feelings again. My mind has developed a wandering eye. I don’t miss the late nights, I don’t miss the stress, I don’t miss having to babysit coworkers, but goddamnit I miss making desserts. I miss making beautiful plates. I miss thinking creatively about new ways to do things, new ways to serve them, new plating styles. I miss the excitement of selling dishes that I created. I miss trying to make them look pleasant and curious. I miss playing with a range of flavor and combining them in surprising ways.
So there, I said it. I miss it. I do. I even find myself looking for job postings, dreaming about jobs that are too hard, promising long hours and a long range of requirements, most of which is not the fun part of creating. Because there is still a small part of me that believes that I could do it.
But then I realize that I get to have a life and freedom to do all the other things that I want to do. Which is a lot of things. Normals things, like cooking at home, and drawing, and writing. And being social. This I would miss.
As for now, I am enjoying the easy life of unemployment, all the while feeling restless, feeling guilty, feeling like I should be contributing something more.
COnflicted and a hypocrite, that’s me.
“Maybe there is something that I am REALLY good at, but the thought has not yet occurred to me.” -Marigold
I am sorry, but lately I have been saying some things that most people, including yourself, might not agree with. Ok, that’s not true exactly- I am saying things that you never would say out loud. Truth is not a click bait, acceptance of reality sometimes needs a full lobotomy.