‘Seven Chances’ was an Ice Parlour that coincided with a series of comedy film screenings in the yard of Het Bos, summer of 2017.
Seven Chances emerged out of a serious need for comedy and Ices. The parlour lasted one summer but the free-floating stream of real life slapstick and real good ices is continuous, it does not stop.
The first screening was ‘Seven Chances’, a Buster Keaton film about ‘a romantically jinxed young man who must marry by 7:00 PM on his 27th birthday, to inherit seven million dollars’, containing one of the best chase sequences ever.
THE ALPHABET OF ICE
Blackcurrantleaf + Blackcurrant Marble
Chestnut and Mexican Vanilla
Hibiscus + Black Mint
Lemon+ Fringed Rue
Nectarine + Tomato
Orange Bou Cha
Pomegranate Pink Pepper
Walnut + Black Pepper
A contribution to a show of Gino Saccone
8/11/2018 – 11/11/2018, Independent Brussels,
On invitation of Mieke Verschaijk Gallery.
I translated a few of Gino’s works into my medium, as a swift way to get to know him a little, as a reflex, using materials that were near. A first acquaintance which soon derailed into a dive into:
DRAGON’S BEARD, COTTON CANDY, PASHMAK, PIŞMANIYE, KKULTAREA, FAIRY FLOSS, BARBE À PAPA, ALGÓDON DE AZÚCAR, SUHKRUVATT, VATTACUKOR, GULALI, ZUCCHERO FILATO, WATAKASHI, ALGODÓN DULCE, SOCKERVADD, WATA CUKROWA, SPOOK ASEM
It ended at Dondurma, a Turkish ice cream with a stretchy stickiness and resistance to melting, brought about by inclusion of the thickening agents salep – a flour made from the root of the early-purple orchid (Orchis mascula), and mastic – an aromatic resin obtained from the mastic tree (Pistacia lentiscus).
SOME THOUGHT FOR FOOD
A lunch for ‘So Pretty Prattly Pollylogue’
16/6/ 2018 at deSingel, Antwerp.
A menu put together while reading Joyce for the first time.
It was spring and I picked up the lyrical in Joyce,
cooked a plate of peas seasoned with pepper and vinegar
and brew a ginger beer.
Roughly half the peas weren’t actual peas but
pea look-alike tiny boiled boxty.
Each one hand rolled and dyed with nettles and a handful of herbs.
Beans through Blues:
When i first came into town, you really brought me down,
So i found myself a root man, now i’m the baddest bean in town.
(Buddy Johnson’s Root Man Blues)
He’ll make you laugh, he’ll make you cry, he’ll drive those blues away. You’ll sit right down and weep and moan and then you’ll find he’s went Lord, I been wonderin’ where my jelly bean has gone.
(Ma Rainey’s Jelly Bean Blues)
Beans! Beans! Beans!
Terry ‘Harmonica’ Bean (1961), a lifelong resident of Pontotoc, Mississippi, first heard downhome blues at home. For many years Terry’s father, Eddie Bean, hosted informal music and gambling gatherings at the family’s house on Bean Hill.
He plays both harmonica and guitar, occasionally at the same time.
Floyd Bean (1904-1974), American Jazz pianist.
A 1946 postcard from the Hot Club of Chicago, preserved in the archive of the Chicago Jazz Institute, tells a typical Floyd Bean tale. The card announces an upcoming battle of the bands, a competition between Floyd Bean’s Toddlin’ Town Quintet and another band called the Windy City Five, with none other than Floyd Bean on piano. This guy was so busy on the Chicago scene that he even competed against himself in band battles.
(Eugene Chadbourne, Floyd Bean biography)
BEANS AND CORNBREAD
Beans and Cornbread had a fight
Beans knocked Cornbread out of sight
Cornbread said, “Now that’s alright
Meet me on the corner tomorrow night”
“Beans and Cornbread
Beans and Cornbread, hand-in-hand.”
That’s what Beans said to Cornbread
“We should stick together hand-in-hand
We should hang out together like wieners and sauerkraut
We should stick together like hot dogs and mustard
We should get up every morning
And hang out together like sisters and brothers”
Every Saturday night, we should hang out
Like chitlins and potato salad
Like strawberries and shortcake
Like corned beef and cabbage
Like liver and onions
Like red beans and rice
Like bagel and lox
Like sour cream and biscuits
Like bread and butter
Like hot cakes and molasses.
Beans told Cornbread
“It makes no difference what you think about me
But it makes a whole lotta difference what I think about you
We should hang out together like hot cakes and molasses.”
That’s what Beans said to Cornbread
“Cause Beans and Cornbread they go hand-in-hand.”
(Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five)
String Beans and Crushed Black Sesame
Fave e Pecorino
Black Bean Empanadas
Butterbean, Tarragon and Breadcrumb Salad Maccu
Red Bean Ice Cream
Pi Fasacc is a plaited filled pasta from Lombardia, specifically from the Val Camonica, Piazze d’Artogne.
The particular shape of the fold is found in various parts of Italy and the world -Azerbaijan, China, Japan – featuring as a dumpling or pastry. The folding requires a certain skill.
‘I could do this for hours’
This vinyl record is the result of a research day during ARTICULATE, the 20st of Sep. 2017, where we folded Pi Fasacc.
The festival intended to create collaborations that transcend the confines of specific fields. Musician Eric Thielemans, artist Nico Dockx and a group of artists, thinkers, art students and researchers spent a day discussing, eating, listening to lectures, gigs, interventions and music. A research day with ‘the act of making and collaborating with others’ as the starting point.
Drawings by Patrick Pleutin