From my roots: our holy place

Having started the 4th week away, in the remote countryside of South Bohemia, I begun thinking about the deeper meanings of my 4 generations of women project, in relation to a sense of belonging, being part of a continuous (female) line, the meaning of home and what it means to be displaced, even voluntarily, from... Continue Reading →

The Transparent Senses

How do we relate with our close ones when they are far, unreachable, and displayed to us through a flat screen designed to keep us safe, at distance? We see them, we talk to them, the information flow passes between us, courtesy of our advanced digital world. But how do we really keep in touch... Continue Reading →

4 Generations: Sharing Roots

On this day we gathered to share a meal of root vegetables. To celebrate our own roots, the power of our female line. Some has to be said were not strictly root vegetables, but rhizomes, while others various relations of cabbage, but all of them making me think of the soil, all still carrying traces... Continue Reading →

From my roots: part one

This year seemed unlikely at first: from the constraints of our London abode, with no outside space, just a tiny flat where not even windows can be properly opened, the idea of South Bohemia, with its open landscape, became utopia. But as the lockdown rules across Europe started to relax, we took the opportunity to... Continue Reading →

Underwater Ophelia

We know that Ophelia drowned, she took a plunge into a large soup bowl, where wild flowers floated, making her departure from this world rather aesthetically pleasing. She has been washed out elsewhere, into a world I am trying to understand, for reasons I am also trying to understand. But before that, briefly, she appeared... Continue Reading →

Cosmologist’s reflections on my new film

Having recently completed my short film Self-isolation Dinner, I have asked a selected number of interesting thinkers from different disciplines, to write a short response to the film. The idea is to offer different viewpoints on the work, so that the film is not an end in itself, but becomes an inspiration to dialogue, which... Continue Reading →

Shadow Ophelia

Having left Ophelia, dressed in white like a bride, as she drowned herself in a bowl of floating blossoms, in the middle of the lush Kensal Green cemetery in May 2018, she was briefly spotted again in Candid Arts Centre on 22nd February 2019. This time she was all in black and she was enclosed... Continue Reading →

Fruits of Willesden Junction

On Friday I had the pleasure of meeting up with some of the members of the Willesden Junction Poets' group, brought together by Rose Rouse, for a project supported by Brent 2020 culture fund. It's been a joy drifting along the sprawling pathways of Willesden Junction, experiencing the place through their eyes, as various plants... Continue Reading →

New Normalities in Wormwood

There is something about those sweltering hot days, as the air stands still, enveloping us by a sense of unreality or hyperreality, like moving around one of those pictures in "frozen time effect". Something about the different time scales being out of synch with each other. The whole experience of walking with Steve yesterday felt... Continue Reading →

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