DAYOFJAY

Terry Rodgers would have to be one of my favourite artists.

The intensity of his details and colours in conjunction with the genius composition of lighting makes you feel as if you were submerged in his fantasy of sex and money. He gives you an overall insight into his portrayal of what goes on behind the scenes in America’s ‘privileged’ youth.

He elicits strong honesty through his use of nudity, beauty and even ugliness; make you continue to want to stare at his paintings as though there is something about the scenario you are yet to discover.

The one thing i love most about his paintings are that the eyes of his subjects tend to not be focusing on anything in particular. The thing that speaks to me most about his work is the vapid, deathly, hollow stare of his subjects, as though their apathy is on show for any who cares to look.

It's as though they are completely detached from one another, as though terry is trying to express his view on how nonchalant this type of activity would be in his ideal world.

Cooking is spectacular. To me its an outlet like nothing else. The manifestation of a meal involves so many facets of energy it can be quite an overwhelming process (my form of meditation). Whether it be from creating a simple Curried Egg Sandwich with Mango Chutney on Organic Rye Sour-dough. Or to a Camembert stuffed chicken breast, wrapped in prosciutto served on a truffle and green pea mash, every meal for me always stems from one key ingredient. From there on in, anything can happen. Even from a can of tuna. Truly magical.

Here it is. It's now. It's wonderful. It's an unopened box. It's a corner unturned. It's fabulous. It's an unopened flower. It's An unpolished diamond. Its a soon-lit shadow. It's a pre-hatched egg.