by Kerri Conan
Its name is herb. Tarragon to be exact. And when I saw this announcement of his (or is it her?) second appearance as an object of art, I thought “ugh.”
Talk about fetishizing. How about just eating the stuff? As raising, cooking, eating—and talking about—food becomes more popular, are we actually making it too precious and less approachable?
Don’t get me wrong: Ms Roalf’s efforts as an urban herb gardener and her success over-wintering both tarragon and sage successfully in a window box are admirable. And it’s tough to argue with the mission of the Ecoaesthetic exhibit where her plants, and others, will be on display to heighten awareness of environmental issues.
But blurring the line between raising food and art doesn’t help anyone grow and cook with tarragon and puts even more distance between people and what they eat. You don’t need to be Picasso to grow an herb garden, for crying out loud. (Photo by Peggy Roalf)
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