Cooking Bento Art in the Hotel Room
I wanted to go to a local restaurant for breakfast, but it was closed due to a Vietnamese public holiday. I went to a pho shop. I had already been there four times, so I was getting a bit bored. In the evening, I went to a small supermarket and bought ingredients for my monthly bento art. I cooked a bento in my hotel room. I felt that cooking broke the vacation mood. I did not like cooking a bento in such a situation, but I had no choice. I ate the bento for dinner. It was not so bad, although I did not want to eat a bento that I had cooked by myself. I soaked in hot water and relaxed for an hour. After going to bed, I found a book about unsolved cases. It scared me and I could not stop reading. In the end, I fell asleep just after 3:30 am.
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- Cooking Bento Art In The Hotel Room I wanted to go to a local restaurant for breakfast but it was closed due to Vietnamese public holiday. I visited a Pho shop. I visited there for four times so I was getting bored a bit. In the evening, I went to a small supermarket and I bought ingredients for my monthly bento art. I cooked bento in a hotel room. I thought cooking is break down vacation mood. I did not like cooking bento in such a situation but I had no choice. I had the bento for dinner. It was not so bad I did not want to eat such a bento which I cooked by myself. I soaked hot water and I relaxed for an hour. After I went to bed, I found a book about unsolved cases. It made me scarely and I could not stop read. In the end, I fell asleep just after 3:30 am.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
