Food and artThe eating experience intersects the personal and the shared, combining childhood habits and adult fantasies. A companion is someone you break bread with (from the Latin com – with – and panis – bread). Public eating cements social trust. Originally, eating rituals involved proving to a host that the guest trusted he or she would not be poisoned; the host ate from the same pot to show he hadn’t poisoned it. The sharing of food has often been less concerned with satisfying hunger than with diplomacy. Today, nothing gives you such a chilling sense of capitalist production than the chemical landscape of agribusiness – from baby chickens receiving hormone injections and recombinant fruit that ships well but tastes like the truck it rode in, to petrochemical industries coating seeds with fluorescent fertiliser so they can plant at night. Nothing tells you more about simulation than olestra, an entirely synthetic oil made of sucrose polyester. Nothing defines the hyper–real so much as the MacDonald’s cover version of hamburgers: the way they taste like tomato sauce, pickle, sugary bread, and are held together by a warm elastic paste (they’re an impression of a hamburger, not a hamburger). And nothing defines postmodernism so much as restaurant menu descriptions that are more scrumptious and filling than the food itself. Food is a rich source not only of kilojoules and vitamins, but of metaphors. Metaphors are the way we bridge our realities and fantasies, and the stock-in-trade for artists. In medieval times, for example, the vices and virtues associated with food led to allegorical treatments, and lives poised between certainty and shortage provided the platform for the value given to food in premodern Europe. See Pieter Bruegel The fight between Carnival and Lent 1559 See Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1527–1593) See Caravaggio Basket of fruit c1595–1600 See Abraham Mignon (1640–1679) See Filippo Tommaso Marinetti (1876–1944) See Daniel Spoerri (b1930) Then there are the conceptual and performance takes on the subject. Artists like Joseph Beuys and Wolfgang Laib have used rice, honey, salt, pollen, chocolate, fettuccine, banana splits, pizzas and noodles in their work. Restaurateur Gay Bilson cooked large quantities of food on a Solstice evening for the cost of the bowl, emphasising the Eucharistic and communitarian origins of eating: Mutatio carnis in spiritum (Take eat, this is my body). Likewise, AIDS activist Felix Gonzalez-Torres at the Sydney Biennale in 1996 had spills of gold-wrapped candy fill an entire room, inviting viewers to eat the work. Another contemporary tributary has been food as abject, yucky and disgusting. From Cindy Sherman’s de-luxe cibachromes of food going off or Hany Armanious’ polychrome plastic informe, we’re back at a certain medievalism, where food becomes the site of a neurotic terror – this time, about weight. |