Timbits, soil,wheat, plastic flowers, 2008
Sometimes I wonder why I remain a donut farmer. It’s a thankless job to be sure. There is such a disconnect between people and their food. People see Timbits in their individual racks and they don’t stop to think how they got there. The plowing, the planting, the spraying, the plucking, the glazing- these are all unseen acts to most. It’s a shame, but I really think people have forgotten where their food comes from.
Timbits, soil, wheat, plastic flowers, 2008
This was a fun piece. I decided to create a little Timbits farm in front of the Regina Public Library for Lane Level’s in stall project. Across Victoria Park a farmer’s market was running simultaneously. When I was almost finished setting up, a massive downpour all but destroyed my work. I had to start from scratch with what little I had left. People kept coming by, asking if I had bought crop insurance. It was a great talking point. People with their vegetables, talking about farming, about how hard it could be, laughing. Me, wet, covered in dirt and icing sugar.
Convincing children that Timbits were really grown this way was fun too.