- To Be or Not To Be in the Kitchen Series Photography.
- Photography of Smiling Eggs
- It's a perfect wall decoration for living room and kitchen. It makes a thoughtful and warm gift to housewarming, or other occasions.
- It's printed on high-quality paper for a beautiful presentation.
- Size: 16x22cm
- Frame: Without the Frame
- Please buy the wood frame on this page:
www.pinkoi.com/product/vCvwPMQs?cat...
ABOUT To Be or Not To Be in the Kitchen
I cook for myself everyday
And when I cook I found...
or created a kind of food language.
Every food's color, shape, posture,
all of these was likely talking something,
So I picked up my camera,
and recorded their talks,
But sorry,
I cannot record their odor by camera,
That's the most vivid language of foods.
Every time when I cut an onion
I felt like I was murdering an onion,
And I heard his cream by the strong odor,
F**K U, he said.
So I cried because his curse.
But when he was warming and hugging
by the oil and fire,
he is released, or nirvana.
I smell his fragrance that's saying
Forgive U,
So I put him into my mouth,
Let him became part of my body.
I just want to tell a foods’ story,
But I don't suppose it become a horror story. :
- Photography of Smiling Eggs
- It's a perfect wall decoration for living room and kitchen. It makes a thoughtful and warm gift to housewarming, or other occasions.
- It's printed on high-quality paper for a beautiful presentation.
- Size: 16x22cm
- Frame: Without the Frame
- Please buy the wood frame on this page:
www.pinkoi.com/product/vCvwPMQs?cat...
ABOUT To Be or Not To Be in the Kitchen
I cook for myself everyday
And when I cook I found...
or created a kind of food language.
Every food's color, shape, posture,
all of these was likely talking something,
So I picked up my camera,
and recorded their talks,
But sorry,
I cannot record their odor by camera,
That's the most vivid language of foods.
Every time when I cut an onion
I felt like I was murdering an onion,
And I heard his cream by the strong odor,
F**K U, he said.
So I cried because his curse.
But when he was warming and hugging
by the oil and fire,
he is released, or nirvana.
I smell his fragrance that's saying
Forgive U,
So I put him into my mouth,
Let him became part of my body.
I just want to tell a foods’ story,
But I don't suppose it become a horror story. :