Kitchen Kaizen
Perfect! The only interjection that will do for an artist, a workman slaving over his creations, cultivating his art to a level where he rises above and beyond the humdrum of daily life and the limitations of unfair competition and transforms his mundane craft into art. For me, perfection is transitory, a moment of unity when the universe aligns all its puzzle pieces to create an out-of-this-world experience. It is like a season, like a summer breeze that comes and goes at whim, a momentary feeling of pure joy and satisfaction that cannot last, that should not last. Its very brevity gives it an inspirational tone, teasing yet encouraging the slaving workman to try harder to recreate the magic, maybe even dare to improve upon it. And yes, be it painter, chef or ballerina, to me, they are all workman, constantly striving to attain perfection, that one, fleeting moment of artistic nirvana that transforms their rituals to an art form. The labor of the hand is so much more,