We get food crushes sometimes. It might be a chef whose stracciatella makes our hearts sing (that'd be you, Missy Robbins), a winemaker with a barrel-sized brain and wit to match (cheers, Randall Graham), or a writer out of whom we'd just like to hug the stuffing (we're coming for you, Francis Lam).
This time it's Amy Evans, who we'd always known as the oral historian for the Southern Foodways Alliance. In this capacity, she oversees the organization's efforts to record and archive interviews with Southerners who grow, create, serve, and consume food and drink, so their words and wisdom are preserved for future generations.
That would be reason enough to adore her, but as it happens, she's also an exceptionally gifted painter who, naturally, uses food as the nexus of many of her visual narratives. Her work documents small, intimate histories of characters who we'll never actually meet, but we certainly know the likes of.
As Evans knows all too well from her day job - the present is the only thing we have and it's awfully fleeting. The best any of us can do is record the very best parts of it.
In the artist's own words:
Editor's note: Amy and I were undergraduates a year apart at MICA and somehow never met. It took Southern food and Facebook to bring us together.