Ink and watercolour on 250gsm natural-toned paper.
My grandmother’s homemade baked cheesecake has been a lifelong weakness of mine - the kind that quietly sets a very high benchmark early on and tends to linger.
Recently, I encountered one that came almost close, which was enough to trigger a new series devoted to childhood memory, comfort, and the strange authority of food over our emotional lives.
I didn’t expect this reckoning to occur in a Hilton lobby café, yet here I am, returning with suspicious regularity, all in the name of art. The cheesecake insists ;)