allows prey to avoid the predator and the predator to sneak up on prey (The cherries they liked, but the stones did not please), 2024
Lola Bott
Lola Bott
“the cherry has been rendered, revered, plucked, popped, won and lost‐and it is primarily men who have authored its iconographic narrative.“
“There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav‘nly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow which none may buy,
Till “Cherry ripe“ themselves do cry.
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds fill‘d with snow;
Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
Till “Cherry ripe“ themselves do cry.
Her eyes like angels watch them still,
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat‘ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
Till “Cherry ripe“ themselves do cry.“
HOT CHERRIES
In a pot add cherries, pitted (i like to tear, rather than cut), water, sugar, vanilla sugar, a cinnamon stick (optional) and lemon juice. Bring to a boil and add starch (mix it with water before). Boil for as long, as you desire.
As my mother told me on the phone.
"The patriarchal virginity fetish that ensnares the cherry has roots in Christian imagery. The cherry tree accompanied medieval depictions of the Virgin Mary and the miracle of immaculate conception, and this motif persisted in Renaissance art. In Titian’s Madonna of the Cherries (c.1515) the infant Christ holds a sprig to his mother’s face as she gazes down at him. In Quentin Matsys’ Madonna and Child Kissing (c.1525–1530), the lips of mother and child mimic the two cherries held delicately in Mary’s hand.“
I still remember sitting on my grandmother’s patio under the summer sun. Beside me stood a cherry tree that burst into bloom each spring and bore its dark cherry-red fruit in the summer. Sweet and sour, the cherries left a pile of pits and stems in front of me. I was young then, and I’m unsure if this memory is truly mine or if it’s drawn from my sister’s childhood photos. Sometimes, I see her with cherries dangling from her ears, like small, cherished jewels, framed by her proud smile.
A pile of pits and stems in front of me.
"Press the stem to the roof of your mouth with the tip of your tongue to bend it. Bite the bent stem to make it a loop. Use your tongue to push one end of the stem through the loop. Hold one end with your teeth, then pull on the stem with your fingers to tighten the knot.“
”allows prey to avoid predators, and for predators to sneak up on prey” (the cherries they liked but the stones did not please)
To protect and attack. Camouflaging my tenderness in shades of green, soft pink and cherry-red.
“There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav‘nly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow which none may buy,
Till “Cherry ripe“ themselves do cry.
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds fill‘d with snow;
Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
Till “Cherry ripe“ themselves do cry.
Her eyes like angels watch them still,
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat‘ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
Till “Cherry ripe“ themselves do cry.“
HOT CHERRIES
In a pot add cherries, pitted (i like to tear, rather than cut), water, sugar, vanilla sugar, a cinnamon stick (optional) and lemon juice. Bring to a boil and add starch (mix it with water before). Boil for as long, as you desire.
As my mother told me on the phone.
"The patriarchal virginity fetish that ensnares the cherry has roots in Christian imagery. The cherry tree accompanied medieval depictions of the Virgin Mary and the miracle of immaculate conception, and this motif persisted in Renaissance art. In Titian’s Madonna of the Cherries (c.1515) the infant Christ holds a sprig to his mother’s face as she gazes down at him. In Quentin Matsys’ Madonna and Child Kissing (c.1525–1530), the lips of mother and child mimic the two cherries held delicately in Mary’s hand.“
I still remember sitting on my grandmother’s patio under the summer sun. Beside me stood a cherry tree that burst into bloom each spring and bore its dark cherry-red fruit in the summer. Sweet and sour, the cherries left a pile of pits and stems in front of me. I was young then, and I’m unsure if this memory is truly mine or if it’s drawn from my sister’s childhood photos. Sometimes, I see her with cherries dangling from her ears, like small, cherished jewels, framed by her proud smile.
A pile of pits and stems in front of me.
"Press the stem to the roof of your mouth with the tip of your tongue to bend it. Bite the bent stem to make it a loop. Use your tongue to push one end of the stem through the loop. Hold one end with your teeth, then pull on the stem with your fingers to tighten the knot.“
”allows prey to avoid predators, and for predators to sneak up on prey” (the cherries they liked but the stones did not please)
To protect and attack. Camouflaging my tenderness in shades of green, soft pink and cherry-red.