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a digital illustration of a corkboard, with an embroidered hoop which says home sweet homee surrounded by wool, flowers, watering can and a fox, next to a blue patch of Ham House, a Charlie Brown comic with a speech bubble “caring is the coolest thing ive ever seen anyone do”, a digital illustration of a cacti, “if you got me, the ive got you. We’re in this ting together” by Manga Saint Hilare, a Guyanese flag, pink rectangle with “My joints are as unstable as I am” in old english font, the cover art for book two of A Series of Unfortunate Events with a big snake around a baby. The centre is a poster of a healthcare worker wearing a mask, the text says “Do No Harm, Keep Masks in Healthcare- wearing a mask is harm reduction, protect your community”, a VW camper van with University of Illinois texxt, photo of me, Nan, Naana, Josh, Gina and Dan, calendar page says May 2023, a 100 day duolingo streak icon, Detectorists posters and NOT MY KING on a yellow background.
May 2023
 

May marks Indian Arrival/Survival Day in Grenada, Guyana, Saint Lucia, Martinique, Jamaica, Fiji and Trinidad and Tobago when our Indian Indentured ancestors arrived on far away lands to work on plantations for the british. May also marks a Happy Birthday for Hanecdote, Adem and my Nan, as well as reaching my 100 day streak learning Hindi on duolingo. 

As if being too tired/in pain to make art isnt terrible enough, being too tired/in pain to go see art is also fucking awful and depressing. I hate saying it but i hate this body which causes me pain on a daily basis. I hate that I constantly have to weigh up the options of doing some chore, how much pain/fatigue its gonna cause me for days, then having to cancel plans to see or make art, which then makes me spiral with regret and gomo (grief of missing out). After last week where I tidied my room (really well, much needed and im so glad I did) but i caused myself so much pain and fatigue that I had to cancel the art day I had planned. The next day I went to see Kate regardless (before she moved out of the city), then on thursday I helped mum make cushion covers (which Im happy to do to cut her job in half and share my extra pair of hands) but again I caused myself so much pain and fatigue. So when I woke up on friday, the day I had planned to raincheck the art day, I saw it was literally raining and I was so tired and in too much pain so I cancelled it completely. It was a week of bullshit having to change my plans and all of that knock to my confidence was hanging over me. Its such a full time job to manage let alone cope with the emotions which come with it. 

It was also my 2 year anniversary of quitting tobacco, which I mainly used in my spliffs in the end but I could feel my lungs getting bad. It was soon after I was diagnosed that I decided to quite (which coincided with having a tooth removed and having to stop smoking for a week or two). Ankylosing Spondylitis has an increased risk of lung problems, especially ribs causing pain and eventually making breathing harder. I never thought Id be able to quit (purely just from the habit of smoking spliffs) but 2 years later Im so proud and grateful.

I went to my first gig since 2019, as one of my favs was performing at Jazz Cafe, an iconic London venue. I was in a world of my own bouncing and skanking and feeling the bass in my body. I felt tired and in pain but the lights and smoke and beats and bars made me feel alive. Mangs even looked so happy when he clocked i was there 😭😭😭 D Double E came out at the end too. It was kind of bittersweet but it felt like old times, wearing my northface and side bag, going out with Viss and Antonia again, yet so much has changed especially me. I’ll be 60 years old looking back on the time Manga and P Money, who are amazingly talented lyricists and creatives, came to my degree show. My art career (and health) has lowkey gone downhill since then but nothing can take that away from me 🥹❤️ Having artists that I respect take the time out to come see my art and support me, is something that Im truly grateful for. 

Carry on reading to hear my thoughts on the coronation, a sound immersion amongst cacti, my first time watching Eurovision and visiting Ham House (national trust property).

Manga Saint Hilare at Jazz Cafe
 Photo of Manga Saint Hilare at my degree show looking at framed embroideries, big and small. Mirror selfie of me wearing a black northface, side bag and Manga tee. Behind me is more mirrors and some needlework. Blurry photo of Manga Saint Hilare on stage with blue lights on the stage and a massive disco ball above head.
Digital illustration on a white background. A small scale, with 0.457 on the screen and fragments of grey mushroom on top. Albino Penis Envy Mushrooms written and drawn. Three figures with distorted shapes in pink, blue and green representing my friends. A lamp and three grey clouds. A box of pistachio and a box of mango and passionfruit frozen mochi, a TV with Eurovision hearts and colours on it, a typewriter with musical notes and the images of Edgar Allen Poe on the paper with text “the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe is in my body” and finally a representation of Finland’s song Cha Cha Cha with the main singer in bright green crop top and 4 dancers where hot pink.

I started the day feeling shit and tired and depressed. We had planned to hang out us girls and potentially do a nice mushie trip in the garden in the sun. I went to Mols regardless as everyone was gonna be there and I didnt wanna let them down. We did end up doing some mushrooms, I literally did less than half a gram and brewed it in my tea as normal and it actually didnt taste of anything. The floor was swirling, people were all glitchy and moving as well as the shadows, it just wasnt the ideal vibe as it was so grey and miserable outside. The light at the end of the tunnel was that just as the mushies were wearing off, Eurovision was starting. Me, Mol and Zars had never seen it before and it started with a song by Austria about the ghost of Edgar Alan Poe in their bodies. It was so epic! The whole thing was so fun and exciting and camp and we’re gonna keep it up as a tradition. I really loved Finland with Cha Cha Cha and Germany with Blood and Glitter. 

photo of a poster for Detectorists. Two white men are standing in the foreground wearing greyish clothes and holding metal detectors an a gold crown is on the floor. The background is a grassy field with trees on the horizon. Text says Mackenzie Crook, Toby Jones and Rachael Stirling. A quote reads “this gentle tale of treasure hunting folk struck TV gold” - The Guardian (UK). As well as “Very Funny” - The Observer (UK) and As Seen on the BBC

Even though the show debuted in 2014 I recently binge watched this great series called Detectorists. There is three seasons, one christmas special and a movie length special too I wish the show went on forever but that just shows how much I loved it! Its set in Essex, about two friends Lance and Andy who are part of the DMDC (Danebury Metal Detecting Club) and its simply about their adventures being hobbyists. I feel like it perfectly encapsulates the dry, british humour found in sitcoms where jokes are created out of the mundane, tedious, everyday minutia. This show has rival rogue metal detectorists, it has archeology and boring red tape relating to museums yet its funny and wholesome. If you love history i think you’ll appreciate this tv show. It was written and directed by Mackenzie Crook who also stars as Andy, he really captures the ups and downs, excitements and deep disappointments involved. I also really love the calming catchy theme tune which really sets the mood for the wonder and adventure that can be found when following these passionate hobbyists. Lance mentioned someone who was a collector of collections, and wrote a memoir called Recollections of a Collections Collector, I feel like they are my kind of people. For me, the natural progression of watching this show was finding youtube videos of peoples finds (so far) on the beach in Florida and in the rural hills of Vermont! 

A photograph in the Twilight hours, as the Sun is setting taken inside a greenhouse, where in the foreground is an altar made of candles, flowers and rosewater, which is also surrounded by different varieties of cacti. On the edge of both sides of the picture of people facing inwards towards a performer who is lit up by candles. Beyond the glass roof is a darkish blue sky.
 Digital illustration on a white background. Bubble text in orange, red and yellow says Wolves Lane Community Centre, below is a bird of paradise flower, in the centre there is an alter made of a bouquet of flowers, candles, leaves, rose water and sand. The right side of the image has an arrow facing in 4 directions with N E S W in blue, red, green and yellow blended. Sky and Earth are illustrated with a moon covered by clouds and star in the night sky as well as green grass with a worm. Lastly there is a simplified diagram of people in a green house surrounded by cacti and desert plants with a person in the centre playing guitar. The flower alter is also in the foreground with a big cactus.

In February's newsletter I mentioned The Cactus Man of London who showed us around Wolves Lane Community Centre and told us about these performances he has where people make music amongst the cacti and basically sing to them. Well one of these events came by, Sound Immersion with Api Ascaso by candlelight. It was a beautiful, spiritual and natural night where music and chanting was performed with an array of drums, guitar, loop machines and other Mexican percussion instruments I dont know the names of. Its a wonderful space which feeds the community and also teaches them skills about nature and fresh produce grown on site. A place which nourishes peoples bodies and spirits at the same time is a very important one. I really enjoyed being in the moment with my friends and strangers, feeling the music and sounds through our bodies and being around nature felt like such a special opportunity, especially surrounded by Cacti while remaining in North London. You can see more on their instagram here 

Sound Immersion amongst Cacti at Wolves Lane Community Centre
photo of a metal sheet, golden in colour with red thread sewn onto it in the shape of a human heart.
Photo of a fabric circle, the edge is painted to look like a wooden embroidery hoop. Inside the circle is an embroidered fox leaping, the outline of a ball of wool in medium blue, three pink flowers with green leaves, a green watering can, a red heart with swirly text in the middle which reads Home Sweet Home in dark blue.

Ive been checking my facebook memories to see what I was up to and its been really nice to be reminded of some of my achievements and projects. Due to my pain and fatigue I just dont spend much time making art, it really gets me down as it also means I cant distract myself and keep my mind busy. I am so solitary and dont move, I dont do much except the odd exhibition (this year Im trying for at least once a month, but the past few years Id spend months without doing any kind of fun activity outside my house). It feels so much like Im at a stand still, but I try to create joy and comfort despite that. Its fun to be reminded of one of the first embroideries I made my Mum, maybe for a birthday or Mothers Day, where I used a mixture of paint and thread. Looking back theres loads I would improve on, but this was made in 2012, the year I learnt to sew, and started Hanecdote, so Im really proud of my natural talent (and lots of practice). In turn that makes me sad and makes me miss embroidery so much and the days where I could spend hours getting lost in the process. The next image is of something I made in 2013 while studying my second year of an Art and Design BTEC, where I was experimenting with materials as you can see from the metal sheet Ive sewn an anatomical heart into. This was the time in my life where I learn that thread is a way of mark making just like paint, pencils, pens, crayons etc. If you puncture or drill holes into any material, soft or hard, you can use thread to sew into it. That was transformative to me as a 17-19 year old finding my identity and space in the world after three years of mental health struggles and not wanting to live. No matter how old I get I will look back on those years so fondly because it deepened my natural love for art, taught me about all different kinds of mediums and art movements, and was where I found my love for textiles/embroidery. 

Digital illustration of union Jack bunting with the letters S H I T on them. End the Monarchy and Right to Protest in bright red bold font. A yellow placard with NOT MY KING, “police arrest protestors, volunteers and a royalist!” 11 figures in yellow representing Republican protestors holding placards. A crown jewels with “Three Crowns” written underneath. “Charles worth £2 billion. Pay for your own party” £100 million on a money note with “Taxpayer funded in cost of living crisis”
Photo of The Mall leading to Buckingham Palace with the road lined with union flags, and Commonwealth flags of Belize, Antigua and Barbuda, Saint Lucia, Solomon Islands and Grenada in the distance.

To me it makes no sense to still have the monarchy as they really dont bring in that much money via tourism (you cant even enter Buckingham Palace even though no royals live there), open it up as a museum!  The royals are massive wealth hoarders, i dont believe Charles paid any inheritance tax when his mum died, the man is worth £2 billion and owns over 6.6 million acres of land worldwide!!!! Not only that, he couldnt even spare £100 million of his own vast wealth to pay for his own parades and parties! In less than a year taxpayers have paid for the queens jubilee, her funeral and this coronation. Meanwhile theres thousands of food banks and new warm banks so people dont freeze to death. No money for nurses or teachers, yet endless for this disgusting pomp and pageantry 🤮🤮 My local borough Enfield, which has some of the highest poverty in London spent £50,000 on coronation celebrations while services have been cut to social care and across the board. Other boroughs spent over £150,000 putting up screens and decorations. The police powers were ramped up as this government continues to violently squash our right to protest. A royalist who attends many different royal events was even arrested and detained all day because she was standing next to Republicans protesting against this extreme show of wealth and against the family and system which represents such inequalities in society. They also arrested community volunteers (who often work alongside the police with homeless people and crises) but because they had rape alarms (in the early hours of the morning way before the coronation had even started) they were arrested for intent to cause a nuisance or some bullshit like that! Its archaic, and I fully believe people are brainwashed into believing these people are by birth better than the rest of us. Ordained by God, Charles is now the head of the Church of England, all because Henry VIII wanted a divorced all those hundreds of years ago. As if one crown isnt enough, Charles wore three different ones throughout the affair, along with travel via a golden horse drawn carriage, its hard to believe this is real life and not some fairytale. There was massive attempts to diversify this coronation, with the flags of Commonwealth countries lining the streets outside Buckingham Palace, people from multiple religions partaking in the ceremony and a Black gospel choir. It was supposedly a coronation for the people, but that feels patronising and condescending! The cheek of these wealth hoarders to clutch at straws to remain relevant in a modern society, I truly in my lifetime hope I see the end of the monarchy. Many people loved queen elizabeth and turned out to her funeral happily, but many dislike charles due to his adultery amongst other things. I fear the british public is too brainwashed and committed to suffering and bootlicking to ever see them as a stain on democracy and equality. Royal history is fascinating to me, for much of history the royal was was the only way and thus art, architecture etc is deeply connected to royals, but they should be a relic of the past, not something the public continue to pay for despite their endless riches. 

 A digital photo-collage of a three storey grand house built in bricks with cream alcoves filled with stone busts. In front is green grass and triangular shrubs. In the middle of the grass is a marble statue of an old man with a beard leaning on a vase with water coming out. The sky is blue with a few clouds. Next image is a stamp of Ham House with the National Trust logo with 16th May 2023. A patch of Ham House with a blue background. A pamphlet of the front door of Ham House.

I actually cannot believe that this is the first National Trust property we have visited since my birthday in September last year when we went to Red House! I guess life just happens and we just didnt have a chance sooner. As you can imagine I was extremely excited. On the way we stopped off at Wing Yip to get some Asian treats for a picnic including pork buns, seaweed rice crisps, mango drink and mango gummies. Then we went to Ham House and listened to the architectural tour of the outside of the building. There wasnt really that much that stood out to me about the architecture or the interior, but it was just nice to be in a new place seeing new things. There was actually one room inside which was amazing, it was a small room but the ceiling was painted with cherubs, and the walls were a green fabric and there were loads of miniature portraits, smaller paintings and trinkets all over the walls and on tables and shelves. There was a massive art collection in this house, and because they were preparing for some TV show to be filmed there they even had to remove the most expensive paintings from the walls. There was a room attached to the outside of the house where one lady of the house would make different herbal medicines and ointments which was filled with lavender and different dried plants. The tour guide said that when the house was built (sometime in the 1600s) the main road was basically the river thames, which the house is directly next to, the quickest was to travel was by boat. I just like exploring and seeing all the different architectural features, design choices for the interior as well as the gardens and stables.

National Trust: Ham House in Richmond
Photo of a tortoiseshell cat sitting in long grass looking off into the distance.
 Photo of my ginger cat on top of a wooden shed surrounded by green leaves.
Photo of the side of a pond with lily pads on the water and a male and female tufted ducks sitting on the edge.
Photo of my tortoiseshell call lying in my arms like a baby.
 A dark grey background which matches the bottom border. My bubble hand writing which says “Thanks for Reading” in a pink, orange and yellow gradient with pink hearts and sparkles around it. A skull has hearts coming out the eyes in three shades of pink, with happy tears falling from them.
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