8 months agoby jonell_gallowayEveryone loves salt and pepper except when it comes to their hair. Hair changes, bodies change. Our comfort zone is threatened. Our mothers didn’t teach us how to act and feel with grey hair and wrinkles. They never talked about how the transition felt. Do the rules change? Do people’s reaction to us change when white starts to show? Is that the end of our sexual attractiveness and the beginning of old age and decrepitude? In any case, I’ve decided to take the leap and blue is my theme color (to match my eyes). . . . . . #goinggray
6 months agoby jonell_gallowayWhen I was a child, my best friend's mother painted as a hobby. I once made a silly remark that the apple in her Cézanne-like painting didn't look perfect, and she said something that changed my life. "Jonell, beauty is not about being perfect. It's about looking at the scars and imperfections and the things that don't quite fit. Beauty is in the differences." Thank you, Mrs. Miller. Ever since I can't look at an apple without thinking of Cézanne's apples. I see the beauty in the bruises, the irregular shape, the variations in color; I remember that he didn't
3 months agoby jonell_gallowaySince food and words are my passion and blue is my favorite color, I’ve decided to start showing you a series of still lifes and food scenes in blue and making up a story about them. The blue in the background is a Swiss lake (doesn’t it look like ripples, after all?). The green in the foreground is blades of grass flattened by the Alpine wind. The picnicker-lovers like eating by the clear water of the lake. He is a sheep-herder named Ruedi so he eats simply, either potatoes or apples. Apples are of course about sex and desire, no?