4.04.2011

which came first

 
when you live in the country, or if you have hens yourself, sometimes and most often the eggs you eat pop directly out of a hen's butt, with scarcely a moment to sit there and incubate.  they come from the roost, not the grocery store, complete with a lovely bird shit patina.  wash that bird shit off, and you will be pleasantly surprised by the loveliest saturated pastel greens and browns. when you crack the eggs, depending on the food those happy birds have been eating, the yolk will be firm and perky and of the most radiant yellow.  these are the colors that don't come in a paint tube.  i am always in awe of nature's perfect color palette.  as an artist and color mixologist, it is an endless pursuit, and nearly impossible to replicate.

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