Pastries were an extension of my growing up years.
Each colourful beauty got located in the experience
and recollection of my childhood.
Pastries, temptation soaked in contemplation…

The lemon tarts always got diffused and made me think
of Klimnt’s Kiss.
All yellow and dripping gold with spots of red…
Van Gogh’s Peach Tree with violet trunk and clusters
of white flowers  took shape in the body of a pink pastry
with a dollop of white cream.
Chocolate truffles always reminded me of
Rembrandt’s universe, a superb orchestration of
earth colours-warm amber, ochre, sienna.

This then was my pastry-world rooting in the depths
of my heart, a bridge across  to something unthinkable, unimaginable.
Believe me pastries could be gems buried in flour, egg and cream
or Chinese lanterns hanging from Van Gogh’s Pear Tree
or
it could blur all formal representation,become lines and colours taking pride in
Kandinisky’s canvas,