flu monday

Adriana,

I have the flu. very very runny nose,

cough,

blood shot eyes,

grave voice.

Charming…

The way I work its very different. I have a sketch book which for me is like a collection of images, notes and thoughts. Some times drawings, newspaper cuts, etc.

At the moment apart from the portraits I mentioned before, I am working with another friend on something  we envisage (at the moment) as a book. A recipe book. It is called Food of War.

Llama the short film you saw, its  a piece that somehow and without planning connects to  this work. It was shot in Bolivia. I was there filming for a friend who is doing her PHD on Carnaval de Oruro. It is a seminal carnaval in the Bolivian Calendar. As many celebrations, this one is a thankful gesture to mother earth and the change of season (agricultural). The gentleman in the film are miners and as you have probably guessed the Llamas will be cooked, shared and enjoyed by everybody. The amount of alcohol consumed reminded me to a friday night in the north of england with the difference that the warmth and honesty of these people is totally contagious.

As part of the research we are going to travel to Israel and Palestine during the christmas period.  The idea will be to visit many countries ( including our beloved)  at war and research about food and war. I guess it is just our excuse to talk about war.

Here is an image from one of the colombian national newspapers that became iconic in our research:

monica rubio

I call the sketch book Bitácora. Which in english its something like a dossier…. I think.

I try to make the Bitácora as fat as I can, believing that everything in there will influence me when I start shooting or photographing or recording a sound or simply talking to people. As you can imagine we are very excited about the trip. Very good friends filmmakers and artists will be our guides once we arrive in Palestine…  will see…

The last leg of this dialogue will be not from London but Israel. Exciting.

I want to somehow take you with me…. Think about it…. I have to make a move know.  Client is here…

I always welcome work but just now I wish I had less to do so I could concentrate on other things.

I am not whinging or anything….

Speak a bit later…. many of your questions I haven’t  answer…

clieeeeeeeenttttttttt.

XXX

M

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By Monica Rubio | Posted in Adriana and Monica, Dialogues | Comments (1)
  1. Ximena posted the following on December 8, 2009 at 23:02.

    Quite powerful the topic of “food and war”. It makes me think of abundance and poverty. Strengthening tights with the earth or breaking them (maternal anyway). Food during war, or war for food? Possible associations. I just remember have read in my scanning of a Col magazine’ s posts a comment about the realisation of being in war when in the big cities like Bogotá we won’t see more fresh food… or how the first public place protected by the police on the 9th of April of 1948 was the Plaza de Mercado… or the baby that cries when is hungry.

    Absences… it made me think of Nadia Seremetakis, a nice work called “The senses still” and I just quote a nice bit here “the senses are strangled with history, memory, forgetfulness, narrative, silence” … the absent food becomes narrative …