I often hear it in my voice, talking about bread. The proselytizing tone when I evangelize about its value to civilization, its symbolic meaning (“I am the bread of life,” quoth Jesus in John 6:35. “Whoever comes to me shall not hunger …”), its ability to create connections and community (“Let us break bread!”), its elemental simplicity (“Flour, water, salt!… Continue reading
I saw this image on the Twitter social media app a few weeks ago.
Yes, I admit I look on Twitter occasionally and sometimes find something worthwhile.
Such as this picture by the French painter Francine van Hove. I was drawn to the buttered toast and a dreamy woman spreading a beautiful berry jam over it.… Continue reading
What is this painting, but a simple piece of bread in a bread basket?
Well, yes, it looks precarious sitting a little too close to the edge of the wood table. And it’s bathed in a light that is almost harsh, like a spotlight.… Continue reading
Bread inspiration comes from many places. I used to dream of bread, squishing dough between my fingers or tossing it into the air and catching it, feeling its weight and texture before tossing it up again, light as air.
It was common in these dreams for loaves to be rising in the background while other things were happening, looking out at the ocean, having an argument with someone, or having a kiss.… Continue reading