Artful Kitchen Chronicle

Each morning I unroll a vellum leaf and jot down the provenance of a fresco that others skim through as if it were a postcard; the official caption merely whispers, but I shout that the icon's halo is a strategic command of light. My kitchen, meanwhile, is a laboratory of flavor where fermented garlic ages like a relic, reminding me that even a savory bite betrays its own mortality. The ancient spoons I collect feel like relics of a forgotten banquet, their patina a silent testimony to what once nourished. The chairs shaped like vegetables, meanwhile, sit absurdly upright in my study, mocking the minimalism that insists furniture should be unremarkable. A QR code on a museum brochure would be the ultimate surrender of intent, and I will gladly rewrite the description and post a handwritten note instead. #ArtAsBattlefield #Spoons #Garlic 🍽️🖌️🧅