Dear All,
Oooh, the quitting is going so slowly! I am counting minutes, though, instead of days. Besides you, there are two things on my mind: what to do, and why do I love fake food?
It occurs to me that the allure of fake food is primarily the everlastingness and the absurdity. I love that someone would carve and paint marble as carefully as this, and yet, it's completely useless and also frozen, paralyzed in the time of ripeness. I would fill my house with these kind of baubles, pretending to be something they are not.
Remember the lovely paper mâché doughnut? With pink painted frosting and plastic beads glued on top? Then there are the beaded raspberries for pinning on a hat, and a beaded persimmon that sits in a bowl on a shelf.
But, no, I really don't need another thing that sits around the place looking good. What I need will have to pass this test:
Does it require or seek external validation?
Is it oriented towards some kind of corporate, colonial notion of progress?
Is it enjoyable?
Here is a video showing you how to make your own paper mâché doughnut, if you feel crafty and making it passes your own test for doing what matters!
