Welcome to Arty’s Cakepopz Chronicles.
The name has stayed. The work has widened.
I’m Tim, and this space began as a kitchen experiment — a way of translating art, literature, music and travel into flavour. At some point, flavour stopped being decoration and started behaving like language.
That’s where Arty came in.
Arty — the one pausing over tea as if it’s a philosophical exercise — is not my real name. He’s a creative alter ego — part flavour obsessive, part domestic philosopher, part slightly dramatic advocate for properly tempered chocolate. He emerged somewhere between a stack of art books and a notebook filled with improbable flavour pairings.
Through him, I began asking different questions:
What does a painting taste like?
Can a symphony be reduced to bitterness and salt?
Is a novel essentially earl grey with better timing?
Cakepopz (yes, with a Z — because seriousness benefits from the occasional raised eyebrow) became the early medium. Small, edible mood-objects designed less for parties and more for atmosphere.
But the kitchen was never the whole story.
Over time, the experiments grew quieter and more structural. I became less interested in sparkle and more interested in rhythm — the rhythm of seasons, of rituals, of ordinary domestic acts that carry emotional weight without announcing themselves.
The Chronicles began to record something broader:
• flavour as translation
• ritual as narrative structure
• seasonal timing as emotional architecture
• the quiet drama inside everyday life
Some of these explorations are still edible.
Many now live in sentences.
Everything here is written by me.
Arty simply provides a different angle of approach — a slightly freer voice through which flavour, memory and mood can be examined without over-explaining them.
You won’t find production schedules or decorating tutorials here. What you will find are experiments: in taste, in attention, in how small acts accumulate meaning.
The kitchen remains part of the landscape.
It’s just no longer the only room in the house.
“Some ideas are best tasted. Others prefer to be read”