Eat Art?

Today I received a magical gift: fresh goat milk from a local herd tended in mission canyon.... The texture, taste, antique mason jar, grass roots delivery, healing properties, and food politics of it invite the question: Raw goat milk as art?

While my kefir-giddy plans for wild-fermentation -video-installations are questionable, the  acknowledged experience does feel exquisitely post-modern.

 (humor pause here)

(pause worsens) and as art is intended to be received, consumed, by the senses.... I am quite astir with my new piece: The Lavendar  and Earl Grey Goat Milk Latte) Hurrah for taste! :)