Plates, Palettes, and the Art of Edible Color

Egon Schiele’s jagged lines and raw hues. Munch’s haunted skies and aching faces. They sit on my table, not in frames, but as coasters—watching me slice, arrange, and layer.

A charcuterie board is my canvas. Cured reds from salami, pale golds of aged dutch cheese, bright orange from turkish apricots, the deep purple of blackberries…each one a pigment. I find myself matching, clashing, softening, sharpening. It’s not just food; it’s an argument in color, texture, and form.

Like Schiele’s portraits, I want tension on the plate. Like Munch’s skies, I want mood in the spread. It’s fleeting art, gone in the time it takes for hands to reach across the table, but in that moment, it lives, fully.

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