I AM… memoirs of addiction recovery is my journey to understand better, the lives behind much stigmatised taboo of addiction. Fingers point, eyebrows frown, people suddenly become ‘they’ and ‘we’ jump to hasty conclusions in demonising the addict.There are many kinds of addictions, substance dependence or what is commonly called drug addiction. Indeed there is much controversy in understanding the very nature of addiction itself, which essentially is the ‘loss and ‘regain of control’. Continue reading Addiction, the addict and their recovery
Tag: #art
Nomadi
“To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.”William Blake
On the invitation to create an interactive art installation through residency/workshop with Officine Sintetiche Lab (OS Lab) in Turin, my starting point was, surprise surprise, food! Conceptually I wanted to use everyday food ingredients as a prism. I called it NOMADI. A portrait of coffee, rice and wheat, Nomadi, is an homage to migration and culture. I wanted gallery audiences to explore multiple narratives nestled within the grains. To trace journeys and hear stories of people distinct from each other yet connected by three humble seeds. Continue reading Nomadi
Lower Marsh… part of it belongs to Food4Thought
Food4Thought is part of motiroti’s MultiWalks App which launched on Friday 18th October on iOS / iPhone, and, finally the festive season has brought with it the Android version. A FREE art app for smart phones MultiWalks helps navigate London, Oslo and Reggio Emilia. The app has been updated in many ways… more importantly, home page and faster download time as the films are hosted on line viewable even on your desktop.
Food4Thoguht intro
Lower Marsh
Lower Marsh
making the map
Food4Thought map
Points of interest
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Chasing the rainbows
London averaged between 10 and15°C when I left home on the 24th of September. Summer has eluded Londoners and my vegetables were in no hope of ripening. The two tomato plants had yielded a good crop with lots of its fruit still very green. My aubergines did the “shall I live or shall I die” number on me. Continue reading Chasing the rainbows