| I'm in the middle of reading a fantastic book on the Gardner Art Heist called, The Gardner Heist, big surprise.
Boser, the author, makes the argument that once art is lost; the original not seen, it can never be regained or appreciated in the same way. No amount of imagining, memory, or reproduction can redeem the loss. It made me think about the art of food preparation, the sole intention of which is to be consumed. Is the art of the meal irredeemably lost after the consumption? Will no amount of reproduction or memory honor it enough? The argument is largely one of how you define value, experience, or tangible reality. After an artist dies he leaves behind his work. Is it only as immortal as the quality of it's custodianship? What is the mystery of art, such that the aura of it is exuded from the canvas? What of the chefs? What is left of the chef? What is the legacy? There are schools, cookbooks, etc., but is the art of the master lost forever, never to be shone on again? I will never be able to taste something prepared by Careme, or Escoffier, but I can see the works of Rembrandt and Monet 'in the flesh.' Yet, I cannot experience art as I do cuisine. I cannot internalize them, make them my own, in that same way. |