Define art. I dare you.
Of course, the usual suspects come to mind — Jackson Pollock, Claude Monet, Rembrandt, Picasso, Van Gogh. But artistic ability is not limited to the stroke of a paint brush. Art is ubiquitous and broad and unconstrained. We’re all artists.
I can’t draw to save my life. I’m not Lea Michele (although, every Tuesday I wish I was). Unless excessive snapshots of my kitten Howie count as photography, I’m no Ansel Adams. But I can cook.
Professional chefs can arrange their gastronomic masterpieces with beautifully executed plating techniques. While I agree that we eat with our eyes, for me I find art in the experience of cooking. The variety of spices, cooking techniques, produce and protein allows for endless combinations and kitchen inventions. Cooking is the ultimate artistic satisfaction — I can be creative AND fill my belly. If self-expression and satiety are not enough, it’s always a thrill to share my delectable meals and watch my guests clean their plates. Most artists would cringe at the thought of the fruits of their craft vanishing so quickly. I just make dessert.
Every single action we take is an opportunity for creative expression. Most people just blindly choose to shirk the responsibility.
Food is the one of the most beautiful forms of art there is…it feeds the mind, body and soul.