As I mentioned in my previous 1000 words, I have a deep love for the finer things in life. Like lattes. Like, really big lattes. Like, ones that require a forklift to lift the cup off the saucer.
I mean, have you ever seen a latte that's been done wrong? It's like the artist who created it was trying to make a statement, but really they just ended up with a bunch of bitter, over-extracted swill.
No, no, no. I'm talking about the perfect latte. One that's been crafted with love and care, one that's been frothed to perfection, one that's been topped with a delicate sprinkle of cinnamon to represent the fleeting nature of existence.
That's the kind of latte art I aim to create.
My Influences
Foam, the patron saint of lattes. The Velvet Underground, the Velvet Underground. The Velvet Underground's velvet pants, which I've been known to wear on Tuesdays.
These influences have shaped my artistic vision, and I'm excited to share it with you, the discerning viewer.
Read more about my latte-philosophy