Repetition, repetition, repetition: The same dinner, the same tea over and over and over ... is a chicken breast or three legs spiced with chilli and sea salt and paprika and black pepper and then it's roasted with a splash of water, a handful of cashew nuts, a handful of Californian raisins, a sweet potato and sweet onion, both spiced too and plated with rocket lettuce, cherry plum tomatoes,  some kind of blue cheese and maybe a wholemeal bap or a New York Bakery Company bagel. The squeeze of mayo is a statement of art I thought.

In fact everything is art I thought, which is a kind of banality but that's okay, that's cool I felt.

Repetition in the kitchen art drama