After their landlord doubled the rent, the Mosque Al Imam Ali in Bedford Stuyvesant, was forced to move and until now, their story has barely been told. Continue reading
In August of last year (2012), I noticed an anti-racist billboard at a collection of bus stops in my neighbourhood of Bedford Stuyvesant. The billboards were titled “1. Representations of Black People in Film” with links back to a tumblr site racismstillexists.tumblr.com.
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Following the healthy food trial from Brooklyn food pantries to a local organic farmer. Continue reading
In many of the food pantries and soup kitchens in the area, it’s not just enough to address hunger – it’s also important to offer their clients access to and education about healthy food options. Continue reading
In September, I kicked off a major part of my project on Food Justice in Brooklyn by visiting St John’s Bread and Life in Bedford Stuyvesant, and rode in their Mobile Soup Kitchen, which provides food to people in need in Brooklyn and Queens. Continue reading
An exhibition of images from Aracal, the Cooperative Farm in Venezuela, where I spent one month in 2008, is currently being hosted in the gallery of the Venezuelan Consulate in New York City. Date: August 14 - October 14, 2012 Opening … Continue reading
The train started…it began to pass like lightning through the lonely country, the open fields, the streams that glittered in the shade. From time to time a hamlet smoking, people gathered in front of a doorway. On the low wall of a little station where the train had stopped for a moment puffing, two lovers had left their obscure names written in big charcoal letters. Continue reading
On my last day on the island, I look back in satisfaction at all of the meals I have eaten – mostly cooked by myself and eaten in my house. Continue reading
Like all good mountains, the true summit was never in view as I climbed, slowly uncovering more and more of itself. Continue reading
The morning had greeted me from my casa, as I looked out through the grey vista, a holy light shone on the neigbouring island of Lipari, deciding my fate. Continue reading