In which I become a conceptual artist

My latest work, entitled Carbon Loaves and pictured below, is a meditation on the links between carbon usage and the production of food.

Technically, it is not a complex piece.  I created it by kneading and proving two ordinary white loaves, putting them into the hot oven of the Aga, forgetting to set the timer, and then going off to watch Liverpool FC lose to Atletico Madrid on the TV.  Going to the breadbin the following morning to cut some slices for toast, I discovered, like the tomb after the resurrection, that it was empty. A memory was stirred; the door of the hot oven of the Aga was opened - and there they were, in all their glistening black perfection, still gently smoking.

They have an odd Rachel Whiteread feel about them, having exactly the shape of the tins in which they were baked, but having shrunk by an inch all round.  Removing them from the tins, they made curious tinkling sounds, like tiny bubbles of glass being popped.  (Perhaps there's even glass in there somewhere, so completely have they been kilned?) 

Phase two of this serendipitous project is to leave them outside and see what effect wind and weather have.  Meantime, back to the mixing bowl ...