Toast of the town
Michael Jackson explains why he’s being toasted in Wellington
The good news, from the viewpoint of my infantile, absurd ego (The Psychotherapist Who Claims To Love Meâ¢) is that I am to be the subject of a statue. Or is it a relief? For the psychotherapist, perhaps.
The artist identifies himself as a sculptor, especially known for portraits in toast. Yes, bread that has been flamed, seared, or whatever the culinary buzz-word is.
Thatâs the bad news. I mean, itâs not going to last, is it? When I raised an eyebrow, my correspondent in New Zealand pointed out that the artistâs toastwork had been displayed on the side of skyscrapers. More impressive yet, his previous subjects have included Dame Edna Everage and the Mona Lisa (âIf it ainât broke, donât fix it,â writes L. Da Vinci, of Rome).
The toast to Michael Jackson has been commissioned by a shop called Regional Wines (it also sells malt-based drinks), in Wellington, New Zealandâs capital. The artist, Maurice Bennett, uses hundreds of loaves, and thousands of slices, per statue/relief, so they take some time, but you can see some of his earlier work on his website: www.mauricebennett.co.nz
If my image doesnât break his Dualit, Iâd like to return the compliment and toast Mr Bennett. I still have in my cellar some Lammerlaw, from Dunedin: âLight, clean, peat, grass and apricot in the aroma; firm maltiness in the palate; warm finish,â according to a well-known whisky
book. Hereâs to you, Mr Bennett. Nice place, New Zealand. Abeacon of culture and civilisation,.....
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By Michael Jackson
Section : Musings with Michael Jackson
Page number : 7
