Eat my Art

To cut down a tree is not a crime, just a sin. It’s a crime if it hits your neighbour’s house. The hole it leaves can be filled, but there will always be a part of you that says, ‘something grew here.’ 

You can start to grow plants from seeds, in your oven. You can start to grow mushrooms in a wet toilet roll, also in your oven. I wanted to be surrounded by new life, so I tried to make this micro farm in my kitchen.

The smell of damp made me nauseous. I couldn’t eat what I grew.

A supermarket salad pack is like a cushion of life, even though we are told its journey to your mouth is terrible for the planet. If I only ate what I grew, then I would have to eat my art. Others would have to eat their good reputations.

Make sure your legacy is good enough for others to eat. It makes good consumer sense. I went to a party once where the hostess told me that the people she really wanted to be with had let her down, and now she felt lonely in a celebration of her own making.

That’s how bad things can get.