COMING SOON
A WORK IN COLLABORATION
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Maloko will open its welcoming doors to another exhibition in the month of December, 2013.
The translation for Maloko means 'Journey'.
Inside you will feel the warm spirit and heart within the food itself and those that make it whilst entering into its spacial existence.
The exhibition is as humble and inspiring as Maloko is and talks of a story about food and exoticism through poetry and art. It also exudes in colour and taste and sounds that will definitely carry you into the evening if you dont keep an eye on the clock.
Starving Arts Presents an exhibition with artwork provided by Sounds Of fertile Beauty and is on until the end of the month.
Everyone is welcome for the private view which is on the evening of Saturday 7th December, 6-9pm.
You can stay longer until the venue closes and absorb the almond light before heading off to your next adventure :)
Expect Live music and spoken word On the Night and to try some new foods that will certainly delight your body and give you a natural high ♥
Thursday, 22 August 2013
'The people work all day long forgetting they had dreams, listening to the sounds of fertile beauty'
'I use language, poetry, song, within my work to fuse the idea of cultural influences coming together at once. I am inspired by trade, produce, export, sensory work, rich textile, nature, world music, sound and cultural rhythm.
Sounds of fertile beauty, means a moment of energy in life.'
I do drink the flowers. They taste like dirt and grass. Black pepper, silky leaves, wet ornaments of the earth. Spirts of colour change shape in my mouth. Bruising themselves around my teeth, mushy seeds pollen and stalks confuse my tongue. Standing as the sky filters warm sombre, the world discusses what it would be like if it were its own, i swallow.
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Slurp sweet chilli negra
Black grated nutmeg
Sticks to your lips
As slits of grass
Echoe in flesh
Rustic ladles
Fish through
This irristable melting pot
Of
Tribal enslavement
Sandals crowd bushes
The trampling
Of peeping toes
And crawling fingers
Swell at the loss of its children
Drowning cinnamon
And coconut seeds
Addicted to the intricate sounds of fertile beauty
Accents become infected
Through the raping of land
Roasted beans scatter on the heat
Of chocolates heated root
Slurp sweet chilli negra
Black grated nutmeg
Sticks to your lips
As slits of grass
Echoe in flesh
Velvet winding in the
Naked murmuring of
Rattling feijao in
Red, gold, and green drums
Singing suca de cacu
Stolen from
Avocado, mango and
Papayan limbs
A sack of deep red bosoms
Smeared in henna
Become xicaras
Pumping bitter water
For this sacred drink
Gold dots
(Get lost and forget about)
Expressing sexual freedom
Slurp sweet chilli negra
Black grated nutmeg
Sticks to your lips
As slits of grass
Echoe in flesh
Listening through the breaking of seeds
The slipping and knocking of shells
Brushing of pods
And the energy of the tamborim
The screeching cries of fierce lashes
Soaks through the pulp
Leaking onto the swinging of pips
Drips like blood smeared
Red stems
Bursting
Like the dispersing of semen
Khaki shorts hang amongst
The temple of pea berries
And the blossom of Brazil nuts
Drinking from pestles
Bitter black cream
As dark as dense curls
Coming all the way
From pre-indiana-afrik
Slurp sweet chilli negra
Black grated nutmeg
Sticks to your lips
As slits of grass
Echoe in flesh
Do you want plantain for breakfast?
Are you awake....? I’m gonna make us some breakfast ...
’Do you want plantain for breakfast?’ He asks and holds everything he could find in his kitchen.
In my head now, i’m thinking, ‘Plantain for breakfast?’ . I usually just eat toast or cereal, where am i gonna fit plantain? Shit!!! i swear its not even 8 o clock, you know when it just feels EARLY....‘erm....ok’, I say, thinking to myself...mnkay...‘who eats plantain for breakfast?’ ..
I look at his skin from the bedroom...with my hand drapesed over my face, I watch him cook, ‘man this guy is sexy!!!’
‘Do you want some juice?’ he asks, In that split second i couldn’t help myself, ‘you know i want some of your juice?’ I cut a smile,...(in dream land)...man! i just want to put my lips next to his.......
I don’t...
He smiles and asks me what juice i want, trying to be serious, i know he is thinking about the same thing, I change my mind and tell him i want tea.
The only thing cutting the silence right now is the smell of coconut oil i just finished rubbing into his skin ....
I glance back at him just as he pushes the knife straight through the plantain and watch it slice all the way down, sliding open, Chop!!! A golden rind, tanned with black ripeness turns to its side, inside the cream flesh zing like the yellowness of a banana...
‘ So how come you eat plantain for breakfast? Isnt it too much? ’ I ask him...
why am i so curious? Shit! Food is food. I love plantain, so why wouldn’t i eat it at breakfast?
‘You know’ he told me....’its good for you! , help you to grow, give you energy, strength, all them things there, trust me’.
Of course he told me that... and of course with that smile again. He wanted to feed me proper, give me all the things that were ‘good’ ...
The plantain was cooking.
‘Hey where’s my tea?... trying to be sexy , I quickly squeeze a ...‘honey’ in a sweet voice, who knows he might make it more sweet for me? ‘Well you have to come here to get it’ ...he copies me cheekily..’honey’ ....I smile.
I slowly move my body from lying down, wearing hardly anything on my legs, ....actually what am i wearing? i think to myself...i look down, i could just about cover the cardigan around my chest. I pull my red hair back over my bare shoulders it swings and falls strand by strand.
I look at his arms all the way down to his legs... I put my chin on his bare shoulder.
The scent of plantain.
In the kitchen.
The light of the morning fills the air.
The scent of kisses.
Wanting to catch his eyes again.
He gives me his tea and confuses it with my tea.
I can hear the neighbours, playing music.
He turns off the oven.
A clean kitchen, it smells so fresh.
He feeds me plantain.
We eat at the same time.
Do you want plantain for breakfast?
Saturday, 20 July 2013
Shopping List..........
Coconut oil ...for daily skin and hair ritual, to keep it clean and nourished, body foods, ingredients that contain properties for the body...
citrus tootpaste...to perfume teeth...no sugar please
coconut water...because i love it and water from an earth ingredient sounds like water that made the decision to extract its own nutrients and share its juice of the earth...
love potion concious cacao...i want to get lost in cacao. a texture and earthy power in your mouth, and the idea of rose passion..and how that scent instigates nurture and romance, fantasy and dream..
A marimba.....to play and capture sound that resembles the clashing of bottles and pots...the tinge sails in my skin and blood
Lemon shampoo and conditioner....to freshen my hair to smell like sweet citrus from the heated air of the Mediterranean ...
Hair Henna.....rich, thickening, robust, strengthening hair...
Lavender oil.....calming the air, your blood, your nervousness, smell like a flower in the wind when passing in the street...
Coconut oil ...for daily skin and hair ritual, to keep it clean and nourished, body foods, ingredients that contain properties for the body...
citrus tootpaste...to perfume teeth...no sugar please
coconut water...because i love it and water from an earth ingredient sounds like water that made the decision to extract its own nutrients and share its juice of the earth...
love potion concious cacao...i want to get lost in cacao. a texture and earthy power in your mouth, and the idea of rose passion..and how that scent instigates nurture and romance, fantasy and dream..
A marimba.....to play and capture sound that resembles the clashing of bottles and pots...the tinge sails in my skin and blood
Lemon shampoo and conditioner....to freshen my hair to smell like sweet citrus from the heated air of the Mediterranean ...
Hair Henna.....rich, thickening, robust, strengthening hair...
Lavender oil.....calming the air, your blood, your nervousness, smell like a flower in the wind when passing in the street...
New song, written in sounds of fertile beauty:
Hey!!! Brothers and sisters dont need to fight no more....
Mothers bury
Fathers denting the street
Power.....
Destroys the hour
Nothing left to eat
People pick up, pick up your living
this life, this life, this life
Isnt for the weak
See the strength in your brother
See the strength in your sister
They love you like salt to the sea....
When man destroys the hour
See the life in him
His path was disrupted
They brightened up the t.v screen
You know your brother loves you
Even if he grew from a different leaf
Smile to this new weather
Be the mother in we....
Hey!!! brothers and sisters dont need to fight no more....
Dont need to fight, what you fighting for...?
(the sounds of whales running through it, some reggae vibe, kids in the response)
Thursday, 11 July 2013
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Photo's taken by photographer Ed Beron at the cycooldelic garages, where I had a studio for a couple of months.... preparing the work for the over expose me exhibition....living underground for a while, showering in the dark garages, using urine for experimental painting, writing poetry on the wall...intimate self portraits...eating bunuelo and coffee ...playing with materials...very inspiring time...
I was just thinking about the first time i painted one of the stones and how meditative it was, as though nothing else could distract me, (meditation), and how art and music has that ability to become so in tune with a different realm of you, even higher than passionate love making which claims its own type of euphoria, i was thinking as this as a message to those that think that having love from a partner in your life will make you complete or happy, It wont until you already have that thing in your life that makes you complete and takes you higher. art and music as my 'meditation' takes me higher. find yours.
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