Sometimes art sneaks up on you...appearing unexpectedly out of the most mundane of circumstances.
While cleaning up after a pancake breakfast yesterday, I absentmindedly fiddled with the little drops of cooked batter still stuck to the griddle, and ended up with this little sculpture...if you can call it that.
It reminded me first of the Coronas Australis and Borealis: near twin half loops of stars best seen on a clear summer night. Looking again it is a string of pearls that--if I give my imagination a real stretch--appears to recede infinitely into the dark oily tarnish of the griddle.
Guffaw if you like. I'm definitely not the first to explore the aesthetic side of this traditional breakfast fare.