Monday, January 22, 2007

The Fruited Foot

I have been alone in my bedroom with fruit.

All sorts of fruit: bananas, oranges, grapes - the occasional pluot.

I usually find the time spent with fruit in my room enjoyable but I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I’ve been inspired.

In contrast, Bon Bon finds inspiration everywhere. And even when the muse refuses to kiss her, she’ll make her own magic . . . dammit.

This morning she told me about her attempts to photograph herself while balancing an apple on her foot. She made movements that demonstrated the intricacies of bending herself, unnaturally, to get the shot. Her re-creation helped me appreciate the amount of effort that went into the project. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to get a satisfactory image of the apple on her foot. Ultimately, Bon Bon’s husband had to take the photo.

Bon Bon’s fruited foot was no failure. It was a triumph of grand proportions! Bon Bon has blazed a path for all of us (and our fruit). We even came up with a name for this exciting new genre: Fruit Contortionist.

I haven’t seen the actual images yet, but I did get to see the actual apple:


She’s probably eaten it by now.

As much as I love her work, I’m hoping she has no further plans for this particular objet d’art.

3 comments:

Dan said...

Balancing an apple on your foot does not overly impress me. Throw in a crossbow and a blindfold, much more theatrical.

bon bon said...

you talk big, dan, but you can't even roll your tongue.

Dan said...

Damn you, Damn your eyes.