Hello and welcome! This is Jill Kittock The Blog and I am Jill Kittock The Person. Thanks for stopping by. Let’s get right into it.
I’ve started a project and I need your help. Please look below for a short synopsis of the project and the call. Then I’ll explain more about the why.
Food Feelings Project
This is my new illustration project called Food Feelings (working title) about the emotional connections we humans have with eating. Do you have any memories that were formed around a meal or something you ate? Has that memory followed you throughout life? Has it affected the way you feel about your body, or your emotional health? Did you ever eat something in secret and feel trashy/ashamed/elated? Can you think of a major event in your life where food took center stage? A meal at a funeral burned into your mind? A drink on a first (or last) date that you’ll never forget? That’s what this is all about!
I have my own food memories but I want to illustrate yours! Will you help me? Here are the details:
If you have a food memory that is raw, funny, relatable, gross, weird, shocking, silly, pitiful or embarrassing, send it to me.
Give me the short version of this memory, I’m talking like 5-7 sentences. If that’s difficult for you, no biggie, just know that I will edit.
I will create a one page illustration of the memories that are the most emotional, diverse, and interesting.
These illustrations will be included in a future book or zine and by sending me your memory I have your permission to share it online and in print. I will only include your first name, or no name at all at your request.
You can send your memory and/or questions to me at jill.kittock at gmail dot com. If I plan to illustrate your memory, or if I have clarifying questions, I will contact you.
Because I’m looking for diversity in the memories and from the people that send them, I’m anticipating some will stay on the cutting room floor, at least for this first part of the project. But know that each one is helpful to me! Thank you in advance for sharing your memories and allowing me the creative freedom to represent them.
My Food Feelings
I love food, I need it to live, and I bet you do too. But eating and food are certainly more than just fuel. It’s culture, togetherness, pleasure, and so on. Have you heard that get-healthy type quote that goes “eat to live, don’t live to eat?” I don’t know who said that, and maybe it’s a helpful motivator to people that choose to lose weight, but I don’t agree with it. Most of my days go like this: a bunch of dumb stuff happens and then we finally get to eat and then we wait until we can eat again. When I was a kid, I remember telling people my favorite thing to do was eat. I don’t remember why I was telling people this (who was asking that? Probably other kids…) but I know that I did. At least until I started feeling ashamed admitting it.
There’s been so much talk these days about “what we put into our bodies” and “where does our food come from?” and food as medicine. There’s also more conversation, in the US at least, about being fat, judging people’s health based on the groceries you see them buy, and the socioeconomics of food. Who can afford healthy food, who is allowed to eat what they want, and why do we care what other people do? I’m not really here for any one of these macro issues, I’m here for emotions on a micro level, because that’s what’s interesting, funny and weird to me. Plus it’s easier to draw. But I do think our personal stories about eating is the MEAT these big issues are built on.
Since I’m asking for people to share their food memories, I will share one of mine:
As a teen and young adult I had clinical depression. I took medication to help but I had to try out a few brands before finding one that worked. While I was taking Wellbutrin, I baked and then ate almost an entire 9”x13” pan of chocolate cake. I say almost because I’m sure my family ate a couple pieces. But it was eaten, mostly by me, in one day. I would normally eat whatever I wanted, but this felt uncontrollable to me. That incident, and unfrosted chocolate sheet cake, represent a time in my life that felt out of control and sad. That all said, depression did not destroy my love of chocolate cake, it never could.
I have one illustration in process right now that I can’t wait to show to you. It illustrates my friend Katie’s story about being a Korean American adoptee and going to Seoul for the first time.
I’ll be sharing the process and behind the scenes work on these illustrations as I do them, and I’m hoping you’ll join me.