I drizzle honey over yoghurt and imagine that I am Jackson Pollock. Yesterday’s dessert was a masterpiece, worthy of MoMA, but this looks amateur. I need precision. I need clean lines. But it’s freezing and my honey has crystallised into thick, sticky globules. I bet Jackson Pollock could afford heating. Danny Beusch started writing flash … Continue reading DANNY BEUSCH: Number 46 (Yellow on White)
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