Miro said : I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.  I would also like to add, ¨like ingredients that shape a dish¨.  
About 3 weeks ago I was in Pisa at the same time that the Miro's  exhibit was to open for the public. I was the first one to get at the Palazzo Blu and I was happy to be able to spend many hours delighting my eyes with the freedom of his lines and shapes that makes a joyful playground for one's imagination. 
While there, between his paintings, poems, and sculptures, I was thinking how to create a dish with the same simplicity and harmony as his work.  For a few days my thoughts wondered until once again we were back home in the comfort of my kitchen and appliances. 
The day arrived and I was ready with apron and all.  I looked at my counter as a painter looks at the empty canvas before it places the first stroke. However, when I am about to paint I open the doors of my imagination, this time I opened the doors of my kitchen cabinets to commence my adventure.
What I created was a combination of a dish from South America, with an Italian flair to it. Who tested my dish? Well, my husband of course, and he is not that easy to please as he grew up with an Italian grandmother and mother, both good cooks as well. Did I pass the test??? Yes I did!!! In this home is all about tests. Not from me, but from Marco. Was I happy? Indeed !!! Now,  I can't wait for my next dinner party to put my new creation to the test of  my friends.  
And as Miro said: In a picture, it should be possible to discover new things every time you see it. But you can look at a picture for a week together and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think all your life. 

When I cook, I approach all the ingredients with the same flair and imagination that I do when I am painting. I do not restrain from experimenting. In fact that is what I love the most. I let my creative soul be wild and unstoppable. However, sometimes I do follow  recipes but then I have to throw a personal touch to it.  
I grew up with two persons in my family that were mad about food and cooking, my grandmother and dad.
My grandmother's cooking was a heaven to the senses.  Her cuisine was refined and exquisite. She was a perfectionist at heart.  She had a precision for everything. She would explain to me patiently the why's I will asked her when it came to doing certain things in the kitchen. 
My dad's cooking was another story. He was wild and adventurous. He loved hunting and fishing. His taste for meats was rather extravagant. He never followed recipes and he mixed ingredients that at the time people thought they were unconventional.
On special occasions, my dad and grandmother would team up. They will discuss the dishes as fine art. I would listen to them and I knew in my heart that magic was just about to happen. And indeed it was a magical experience. I remember wanting to repeat the experience of flavors and textures in my mouth over and over again, just to be restrained with sentences such as, you had enough, you should eat and finish just before you are full.  I would cry my heart out and scream to them: When I grow up I will cook for myself and I will eat everything I want without you telling me no. 
And  between the two of them, it is me.  I experiment, I create, but I will also follow recipes.... 99 percent.
I hope you have fun with some of my dishes. Some dishes will be from my country Colombia but with my twist on them. Some it will just a happening of the moment. And some other dishes will be a treat from a magazine, book or a friend.