this video was a ride from start to finish
It’s been a long journey to the curated food world you see me in today. The current version of myself manifested out of desire to live simply and directly with the earth. Prior to all this I was an artist: busy painting psychedelic scenarios, stitching giant vagina dolls and wearing severe amounts of handmade, neon clothing. The high point of my art making came in 2009 when curator Hanna Fusihara invited me to Tokyo and Osaka for a string of intimate, solo shows. It was a literal dream come true.
I drifted from the art world once it began to feel overwhelming and empty. I was unhappy with my work and I developed a certain amount of distrust in my viewers. It was hard to tell if they genuinely liked what I was presenting or if the they liked it because they thought they should. (Also totally a personal projection here, my audience has never been anything more than supportive) I started hating galleries. Ironically enough, the first date my boyfriend and I had was at the last gallery show I was in. I stood inside, wearing a tye-dyed slip sipping campaign surrounded by local celebrities and watched him in the crowd outside, dirty from farm work with a feather in his worn, felt hat. It wasn’t long before I left the sidewalks and coffee shops for a small cabin with nothing more than a hotplate and an outhouse.
I’ve pretty much stopped making art and I’m at peace with that. I understand that for myself I know I will always be an artist because an artist is the core of who I am, not something that needs to be proven with physical production. I am an artist because of my perspective on the world, because of the way my heart breaks open when the wind blows in a certain direction.
I enjoy food because food is honest. When I make bread and someone puts it in their mouth they don’t need to tell me if they like it or not, their body overrides any social niceties and gives the primal answer. These are the reactions I see now: responses of the body, of the spirit. So it is with great honor that I come full circle today with a post form my former curator Hanna on her blog Walking into the Wind that focuses on my bread and farming practices. And I hope, with a heavy and inspired soul, that this new frontier of expression through baking will remain humble, uncluttered with pretension and authentic.