Blue Coffee

November 14, 2012

Blue coffee tastes much like regular coffee. The same for red coffee. Yellow too.

I’ve tried them all and, while colours haven’t caught on with boutique coffee haunts, I wonder if someday the experience will be available to everyone. If so, the colours will hopefully have a source other than acrylic paint from tubes as my coffee spectrum involves.

Coffee is my companion in the studio: not sure of its role in the creative process but it seems to have opinions. Acrylic paint is water soluble and in this there no preference on water source. If the mug is too close to the palate, a paint brush inevitably will be swished in caffeine for cleaning rather than the clear water close by.

Creativity moves my thoughts to places unknown and a clean brush, when you need one, is a clean brush. The solution is to cover the mug.

Imbibing rainbow coffee happens often at a cafe I enjoy. People go to cafes for lunch: I go to this cafe to paint, make new friends, and joy the coffee as I’ve done for many years.

The small round cafe table means a paintbox is essential for supplies and as an easel. All this in a confined space seems so unavoidably aligned for coffee colouring. A go-cup with a lid is essential.

Given the options available, my favourite coffee is black.

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Coffee Talk

April 3, 2012

Over coffee, at the kitchen table, Morse shared, “If someone can draw a rock they can draw anything.”

We weren’t talking about rocks and we weren’t talking about drawing but it didn’t seem to matter to Morse. He just thought it should be said.

Many years later, as we sat with our coffee, there were some rocks on the kitchen table and Morse was drawing them. I watched. Moments like this say so much about how lives happen. How many rocks in the garden do we see but decline the opportunity to spend time with them.

Morse never said why he waited so long but it was very clear drawing rocks had been on his mind for some time. The wonderful part is Morse finally gathered some rocks to nourish the artist he held within.

Do you know stories like this?