The “Man”
There’s something about this bald man—spicy and dark, colourfully dressed, glistening with sweet secrets—secrets that have helped him manipulate his way through the ages. Who is this plump, yet stick-like man, where did he come from and what does he want? To find our answers, we start at the beginning…
He has been seen since the Medieval Crusaders brought home a plethora of ingredients that would become his playground: almonds, citrus fruits, spices and sugars. Of course these ingredients were too expensive for the common folk so guild craftsmen began crafting elaborate likenesses of rich lords and swarthy soldiers and selling them to these very same lords--wealthy and narcissistic; a perfect match indeed.
Times changed, and eventually those inflated prices decreased and the common folk started making their own. Practicality being their main tenet, our subject lost his illusions of grandeur and became a simple, more humble creation. However, this did not stop him. At around this time the discovery of ginger brought with it new meaning for our man—preservation. He would last much longer. As time wound its sultry way, his spicy popularity grew, until we find him at local country fairs. And of course we find evidence of inevitability: unmarried women eating “husbands” which meant they then had a good chance of finding flesh and bone--shocking, but true.
We cross the ocean, following our philanderer into the New World, ambitious as ever, cuckolding the housewives and professionals alike into sustaining him forever--yes, the cookie cutter was born. And with the proliferating cutter came the likely merge: the “man” and the Christmas tree. Our subject connects himself with a celebrated holiday by having him festively adorned and lovingly placed on the tree. He’s practically winking at us.
Is he content for now? What further secrets does he hold and where will we find him next? No one knows, but that angel may be looking for a new job.
I still like this piece, probably the more sedate out of the revisited bunch. Below is a picture of a book jacket that I snapped last weekend in Richmond (delicious, fun-filled post to follow.)
What wine to drink with munched cookie? Coffee.
Cheers!
Tina
There’s something about this bald man—spicy and dark, colourfully dressed, glistening with sweet secrets—secrets that have helped him manipulate his way through the ages. Who is this plump, yet stick-like man, where did he come from and what does he want? To find our answers, we start at the beginning…
He has been seen since the Medieval Crusaders brought home a plethora of ingredients that would become his playground: almonds, citrus fruits, spices and sugars. Of course these ingredients were too expensive for the common folk so guild craftsmen began crafting elaborate likenesses of rich lords and swarthy soldiers and selling them to these very same lords--wealthy and narcissistic; a perfect match indeed.
Times changed, and eventually those inflated prices decreased and the common folk started making their own. Practicality being their main tenet, our subject lost his illusions of grandeur and became a simple, more humble creation. However, this did not stop him. At around this time the discovery of ginger brought with it new meaning for our man—preservation. He would last much longer. As time wound its sultry way, his spicy popularity grew, until we find him at local country fairs. And of course we find evidence of inevitability: unmarried women eating “husbands” which meant they then had a good chance of finding flesh and bone--shocking, but true.
We cross the ocean, following our philanderer into the New World, ambitious as ever, cuckolding the housewives and professionals alike into sustaining him forever--yes, the cookie cutter was born. And with the proliferating cutter came the likely merge: the “man” and the Christmas tree. Our subject connects himself with a celebrated holiday by having him festively adorned and lovingly placed on the tree. He’s practically winking at us.
Is he content for now? What further secrets does he hold and where will we find him next? No one knows, but that angel may be looking for a new job.
I still like this piece, probably the more sedate out of the revisited bunch. Below is a picture of a book jacket that I snapped last weekend in Richmond (delicious, fun-filled post to follow.)
What wine to drink with munched cookie? Coffee.
Cheers!
Tina
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