“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.” Ursula K Le Guin
There is no way for one to understand my grandmother without looking at her hands, watching them make things every day in a repetitive motion. Picking green olives, peeling golden onions, chopping onions, washing spinach, sautéing spinach, garnishing it with olive oil and salt! And what is she making every day for 60 years? Love.
A series of videos are shown in an exhibition space starting off in very slow motion and on loop, the speed slowly and gradually increasing. At first they might feel boring, then soothing, and as they speed up, they begin to feel overwhelming and chaotic.
Picking, peeling, chopping, washing, sautéing, garnishing! Picking, peeling, chopping, washing, sautéing, garnishing! Picking, peeling, chopping, washing, sautéing, garnishing! At the end, images of my grandma’s dishes appear on a large table and disappear leaving it empty.
