Please sit down a spell, I would like to tell you a story. It’s not THE story, it is just A story, a part of my story, the Story Of Bright Bird:
Some of my fondest memories as a child are of baking with my Mother. Everything was done by hand, the only “mechanized” utensils we had was a hand mincer and a sling handle whisk.
To me there has always been a certain honour in doing things by hand, like it is somehow more proper. So I carried on in that tradition when I moved into my own home.
I went through so many balloon whisks that I could probably have made a strange modern art sculpture called “Ode to Fluffy Eggs,” but the thought of buying a electrical beater seemed somehow obscene.
After a family tragedy I was at a loss. All I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and cry and scream and stare at the wall. I needed the world to stand still in sorrow and rage. But it didn’t. My family still had to be fed and cared for. Washing cleaning cooking, none of these things cared that I was in crisis.
So I started furiously baking. And I mean furiously. I was angry, and I believe that anger is a like fire, it can destroy but it can also be harnessed to work for you. It can burn down your house but without it we would still be cowering in a cave, scared of the dark. So I threw a bridle onto that son of a bitch and I saddled up.
I baked and baked. There is a limit to how much even my friends and family can eat so I started selling the things I baked.
Strangers started buying from me. My little business needed a name. My daughters names, directly translated, mean Bright Bird. I loved the phoenix like imagery it evokes, which is how I feel about my work, like something beautiful had risen from something tragic. The name Bright Bird captured that feeling for me.
Baking cookies and working with royal icing is a very time consuming, hands on, process. It feels like an ode to my mother and the way I used to bake with her, putting a little bit of my soul into every cookie. My love, my creativity, formed into a little edible artwork.
Ester (Mother of Bright Bird)