{"id":4147,"date":"2020-09-08T16:54:01","date_gmt":"2020-09-08T16:54:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/desis.osu.edu\/seniorthesis\/?p=4147"},"modified":"2020-09-09T17:04:43","modified_gmt":"2020-09-09T17:04:43","slug":"ifood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desis.osu.edu\/seniorthesis\/index.php\/2020\/09\/08\/ifood\/","title":{"rendered":"iFood"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>iFood is a project by Hakim Bellamy for the Santa Fe Art Institute Food Justice Residency. For his project he sought to &#8220;[ask] residents of New Mexico a suite of three questions with regards to their beginning, intersection, and end&#8230;of food.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He writes: &#8220;My role will be photographer, interviewer, journalist, poet, and performer. I am seeking community immersion (documenting a 3 question interview by video and photograph) that produces a multimedia performance and publishes a book in that community, creating a collective identity around their food narrative as well as driving discussion and awareness as good art is known to do. This project has the dialogue around food justice as both its process and its product. From your interview I will write a one-page profile of your &#8220;story,&#8221; take a still photograph of you in your working\/creative environment, and white a resultant poem from our visit&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Below is an exerpt and poem derived from an interview that can be found <a href=\"https:\/\/1186d0a1-a33d-4bf7-9f81-a9eaad48b907.filesusr.com\/ugd\/2933f9_b7814a634ff54502a55f0c620677cab6.pdf\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/1186d0a1-a33d-4bf7-9f81-a9eaad48b907.filesusr.com\/ugd\/2933f9_b7814a634ff54502a55f0c620677cab6.pdf\">here<\/a>:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>What is the end of food?<\/strong><br>So to go back to that idea of what food has become, as far as a commodity, there was a poet. I can\u2019t remember the name of this poet, but he had a line in a poem where he said, \u201cRoots through their flowers tell us about the inside of the world.\u201d And I just think about that so much, I think about that which regards to a vegetable or a plant, like you dig a hole and you look in the whole and that\u2019s not real what the inside of the world is, the inside of the world is a mystical thing. I mean, yea it\u2019s minerals and all these things, but there\u2019s something in there thats \u2026 from which all life emerges. And if you think of pants as that interface really food is the absolute most intimate relationship that human beings have with the earth. And you think about how disconnected we are from the earth it is totally reflected in the food. We go and we buy our food off shelves all wrapped in plastic\u2026that\u2019s our connection with the earth. And then you look at climate change and it makes total sense. So like for me the end of food is when it is no longer a commodity, food is not food it is again the interface between human beings and the earth. That<br>that which is inside the earth, becomes us through the food, through the plants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Santeria (La Regla de Lucum\u00ed)*<\/strong><br>\u201cRoots through their flowers tell us about the inside of the world.\u201d &#8211; author unknown<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That legume<br>fills more than your body<br>it fills your hand<br>with magic.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Like she does.<br>Just like she has<br>at her center<br>and you know this<br>from all the times you cup her nature<br>palm her breast<br>and call it fruit.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The most intimate relationship<br>humans have with their mother<br>is her food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><br>Even when we off spring<br>off summer, harvest and winter too<br>she bears us, anyways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><br>Looking into the iris of her flowers<br>is a window to her soul.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She watches us<br>from flowerbeds and gardens<br>enchants us to come sit with her<br>a little while<br>and chat.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The tells us about her insides<br>the crystals, the core, the creation\u2026<br>the oven, the ocean, the origin\u2026<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She invites us to put some of her in us.<br>And it\u2019s not a pick up line\u2026<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the life throbbing in her womb<br>is a vat of crayola wax<br>that she pumps through her roots<br>to a rainbow palette of bloom<br>just above her surface,<br>even as she drops her petals<br>to show us her nude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She is inviting us to the table of herself<br>offering magic pills<br>by the handful,<br>if we choose.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And when I do.<br>It feels like loving myself.<br>It feels like knowing myself<br>all over again<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Author: <\/strong>Hakim Bellamy<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Source: <\/strong>https:\/\/tirods.wixsite.com\/foodjustice <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Analysis:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hakim Bellamy offers poignant insights into the realities and experiences different people have with food. Through introspective interviews and reflective poems, Bellamy offers raw material to understand the lived experiences of others. This project offers both user perspectives within the creation of it and thoughtful contemplation about what these perspectives may mean. Bellamy illustrates broad experiences with unique notable points that can serve as a great asset in understanding how people relate to food in different facets of life. Looking forward, I aim to leverage this to create a wholistic final product that considers a diverse range of user interactions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Additionally, this project offers insight into how different questions may stimulate different reactions from users; creating space for myself to be reflective of the nature of my own questions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>iFood is a project by Hakim Bellamy for the Santa Fe Art Institute Food Justice Residency. 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