Good Morning.

Good Morning., originally uploaded by OrianaJV.

My kitchen that morning, I thought, was really cool looking so I shot it all up. Our kitchen is small, poorly lit (making dinner and other evening cooking sessions annoying and dangerous), and is unable to accommodate all of our kitchens tools, but it is capable of looking nice, it seems.
It is more than capable of driving cooks and bakers completely up the wall, however. But I really enjoy this shot, so at least one good thing came out of this kitchen (apart from delicious food).

Still Life

I posted this in my blog "Single Phase" a while back, but I wanted to post it here too. I did a little more editing to it since I posted it in Single Phase, so it looks a little better. This picture does not represent moral or religious meanings, so please refrain from discussing them in this blog; that's what Single Phase is for, apparently...

Big Yellow Cup's Crime Scene.

There was once a clumsy little girl who washed the dishes regularly. She'd been known to kill dishes kitchenwide before, but had always got off, free of charges, claiming the murders of said dishes had simply been mistakes. Countless glasses, big or tall, for water or wine, plates and bowls, shallow and deep, for soup or spaghetti, have all been victims of the brunette's butter-fingers. Knives, rolling pins and plastic spoons, among other kitchen tools, have many times attempted to avenge their lost friends.
Now, the girl had one yellow teacup, bought specially for her in Oregon, that she loved and used constantly. It was nearly the size of her head. All the other cups of the kitchen disliked this massive, yellow mug from day one since it was so much bigger, more frequently used and always seemed to flaunt its colour, size and shape. However, it began to age notably faster than the others and became an "old favourite." The other cups and mugs made fun of the teacup for this for hours each day until it devised a plan.
It began teasing the knives. Though the teacup's insults were weak and would not normally offend a dish, knives were especially sensitive and grew angry very quickly. One of the largest knives called upon the clumsy, butter-fingered brunette and finally persuaded her to slash off the ear of her own, precious yellow teacup!
Oblivious to the truth, the girl only remembers washing the dishes, dropping the cup, and finding the ear broken off - another accidental murder...
The painful, gruesome act resulted in peace for the yellow teacup, for it could no longer hear its foes' constant tormenting without its only ear. It remained quiet, too, and its surrounding neighbours let the cup be, for they though it... A Foolish Cup.

A foolish cup for a foolish girl, in a kitchen where blood is spilled and savoured; where kitchen tools, dishes, and food, collaborate and make war and make love to ensure eternal change, experimentation, mystery, and of course... hunger.

(PS. I have no idea what that was. Please, just bear with me.)

The stolen/hidden evidence:




Broke my big yellow teacup, turned it into a crime scene.
Special thanks to Ketchup, Big Cutting Board, and Big Knife!