Food Art

I don’t know what I want to eat.

So I make something new.

Some days, it’s a warm cupcake with fruit tucked inside. Other days, it’s a cold bowl of something crunchy, or a blue drink born from instinct. Each dish is a small experiment—guided by flow, not a recipe.

These are made with open hands. A slow ritual of tasting, adjusting, playing.

Because food isn’t just fuel.

It’s color, comfort, and creativity.