Hemmingway land!

Ok it’s on.. I started my formless work in Hemmingway land, hunting just for the sport of it, rather then the necessity of survival. (Something the author Ernest Hemmingway was rather fond of, hence his land) The fact that these hunters pick out game depending on seize of its horn, colour of its fur, length of its feathers etc, with the intention to save and preserve this stuff and rather then eat it. 

Ernest Hemingway on safari in Tanganyika, 1934

I have a deep-rooted fascination for the way these hunting trophies are displayed and presented, the inevitable trophy room! 

Proud trophy room owner

 So I went hunting for some big game of my own, in my case vegetables and fruit, and rather then judge theme on freshness and quality as one usually does, I went for seize of stalks, colour of the peel and attributes that would look good on the wall rather then in a salad. Mounted my catch and made a trophy room of my own.