kitchen

Sunlight has a way with kitchens. It bathes everything in dazzling surrender, sweeps the unswept floors, swallows bothersome details in sleek minimalism in hues of bright. Dishes in the sink? No worries! Pour a little sun! I think our dishwashing liquid is actually called "Sunlight" but we see no use for it. A winter's morning or afternoon is never complete without those rays that assure us all's just swell. There is surely some action out there in the world but here inside we are safe, reptile-like, gladly missing out.








This kitchen hails me when I greet it in sweet and sour moods. It speaks Portugo-Italian cockney and knows how to handle a fussy Mediterranean. On its walls are tubular tape-drawings by Coco. They exhale a collective human angst in red, the untold stories of the Spanish Civil War. The ceiling is tilted, to gently sleigh away the snow accumulating on the top of it. There is a gas stove, a concrete counter top, hardwood floors, wooden shelves... The architectural simplicity of our kitchen does exactly this to me:


Smile! It's a sun-ful of kitchen!






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