corn is like art

Corn is like art. I love corn. People can tell which shelf is mine in the pantry simply by looking at the cans of corn stacked in there.  I believe it is ok to eat corn in most things. Salad, bread, pasta, soup, with a roast, with potato, the possibilities go on.  I do not however, believe in corn for dessert.  

Yesterday, while at my Chinese friend's house, I was served a milky substance, along with those fun little pearls you get in asian shakes and tea. Amongst those fun little pearls was little pieces of yellow corn.  I tried to eat this dessert, but it would not agree with my taste buds. There was no party in there, rather, an evacuation call.  My friend meanwhile, slurped his down, satisfied.

This brings me back to my point.  Corn and art.  It really is a matter of taste is it not?  We are accustomed to many things in life, and sometimes that is not corn filled dessert. But is that because of my culture? And I don't just mean country of origin culture but individual family culture too. 

And although corn is cool- some forms are just not that palatable. But present it in a way we are used to or understand it might just be alright.

so it begins

My housemate told me I should write a blog about art. You know, get all that creative thinking out. What does that static TV screen mean? What does that random blob of colour mean?  WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?

Today I admired these shoes. Vincent van Gogh painted them and I wonder. Where have these shoes been? What landscapes have they travelled? Where have they rested after a long days work? They look tired.  It's funny how a pair of worn old shoes can speak volumes and cause one to wonder about its life sheltering tender pink feet from the world as if it had a life.  Do we love the worn ones the best? Or the ones we keep hidden in its shoebox, pristine and new?

 I know. Deep.