Monday, 18 January 2010

13 February 2010, Food, Glorious Food! event, Iniva, followed bydinner at Zengi





Meal at Zengi after the food event

Falafel later at Zengi, the food and staff were divine, bring your own bottle.

Rivington Place
Rivington Street
London
EC2A 3BA

Dinner at Zengi,
Turkish restaurant
44 Commercial St
E1 6LT

Food, Glorious Food
Iniva, Rivington Place, Saturday 13th of February, 16.00-18.00, free

Artists Mad for Real, Bobby Baker, Blanch and Shock, Richard DeDomenici, DoEAT, Antonia Grant, Scottee, Shabnam Shabazi, Caroline Smith, Superflex, Ali Zaidi and Oreet Ashery and Larissa Sansour will present, for the time it takes to boil an egg, polemics about the political meanings of food in their work. Free, open to the public.



16:00-18:00

Open

The event was interesting since food was approached through various concerns and practices, the discussion was too short, but opened up questions around the consumers/artists responsibilities /ethics in relation to the boycott of Israeli goods, and going to Maoz (uses Israeli products in principle) for falafel, for example, or going to multinationals like Starbucks. We also touched upon the need to de-pathologise our attitudes to food, and how safe is it to eat stuff other than food, for the sake of art, like make up.
At the dinner the atmosphere was really warm, we were worried that all these big personalities put together could make it intense :) but in fact it was totally relaxed.



Larissa's and Oreet's presentation with this blog, with Andrew Mitchelson from the Live Arts Development Agency, we could not have done it without him.



Mad for Real showing a video of a Soya and Ketchup fight.



Bobby Baker, conceptually boiling an egg, and talking about tattooed eyebrows after chemotherapy, the egg had eyebrows drawn on with a permanent marker.


Caroline Smith asked us to watch her eating with love in our eyes.


Richard DeDomenici miraculously managed to present for exactly five minutes, the time it takes to boil an egg.


Antonia Grant, who used to be a chef, and is now an artist.


A Skype conversation with Rasmus from Superflex, whilst he is at a dinner party in Stockholm.



Shabnam Shabazi eating pistachios and pouring the brown mass from her mouth into an A4 paper to create a map in the shape of Iran.

14 February 2010, Half Way crisis, Vietnamese restaurant


Image from Google

Cay Tre
Vietnamese Restaurant
301 Old Street
EC1V 9LA

and drinks at

Bogayo
Morrocan Bar and resturant
320 OLD street
EC1 9DR




20:00

FULL


Half time, and a crisis erupts
This meal was a crisis point, not only are we sick of falafel, we are also sick of meeting people on a daily basis. It is tasking, since we have no time to reflect. We spent Sunday with 3 page long emails between us. There were harsh words, projections, questioning and even a level of despair. It was Tim’s 30th birthday, our project manager, but we did not go to have a falafel meal with him and his friends, instead we had to meet on our own and talk. We ended up in a Vietnamese place, it was amazing to realise that even this small act of the dismantling of the structure helps us to have an over view. Like in our graphic novel, for a second we stepped out of the frame, as it were, and could have an over-view. There were no cameras; video, or stills, this helped the conversation’s flow too. For about four hours we discussed the residency. A number of issues came up for us during the past two weeks and we were unsure how to reflect them in the next couple of weeks. This was half time and it was not looking good, and we were feeling it might not even be worth it to continue.

Entering Pita, Golders Green, and being welcomed by a song’s lyrics saying ‘Jerusalem is Ours’, was just the starter for an uncomfortable meal. The over-bearing sense of Zionist Israel in Pita, forced us to decide not to go to Falafel King, another Israeli falafel place, but instead ‘perform’ a walk out, and go to Maramia Café, a Palestinian restaurant near by. We also were unsure as to how de-politicised the residency is becoming, since the meals are so polite, and the medium of sharing food, does not lend itself to heated arguments (not in England anyway). We were worried that our message is not coming across and that it appears like a residency where everyone eats falafel together and this is a signifier of peace and sharing. We were worried that the randomness of visitors means that some of the visitors to the meals, have no real interest in the topics raised by the residency that are specific to Palestine and hence we are just doing basic awareness raising activities. We felt that although a number of people expressed that they felt ‘converted’ after our meal, we had to ask - could we reach a much wider audience using other means? In relation to the urgency of the problem at hand, is this too pathetic an attempt? We felt that although we set the residency out based on FOOD, a film by Gordon Matta-Clark, where by Falafel Road also acts as a profile of our close networks, we might have benefited more from having only people we don’t know, or only invited people who have very specific interests in the area. This way maybe our blog would have been offering a more in depth analysis. We also felt that we keep dealing with the same representations of Palestinians through the residency, as victims, poor, and underprivileged and that this is very much the general western perspective anyway. We were not sure how we can change this in the residency. The other issue was the sheer undertaking that we have never accounted for, not only the daily meals, but also the blog and the planning of the bigger meals, it is relentless. All this means that we can never actually have a minute to reflect on the painful, delicate, and emotional processes that we are going through. Stuff comes up in the meals that make our relationship to each other as an Israeli and a Palestinian go out of our control, it is as if, for once, we are really a representative of our respective nationalities, or ethnic origins and it is hard to swallow (literally). We feel guilty on each other's behalf; we feel embarrassed on each other's behalf. I feel bad about Israel’s crimes, Larissa feels bad that I feel bad; all of this is not conducive to what we are trying to do, to our political aims. What we found the hardest, was that during the meals at Abu Ali, it was just the two of us and something started to happen, a deeper layer of a conversation opened up, but we were never able to return to it since the meals after that were all with visitors. We also found that various topics are coming up, but we are not able to carry them through, but only to point them out, since each meal generates another dynamic. We wanted to cancel the residency, or to stop the meals and only focus on reflections and on the blog, but realised that to replace one strategy with another one needs time too, and we don’t have any, since the meals are daily and the affect of the residency is durational. So we decided to stick with the meals and the formats, to invite a few specific people, like a human rights lawyer and a writer, and to keep the meals short and concise! This will give us more energy and time for the blog. In terms of the disappearing budget, we decided to pay only for the falafels from now on. Since writing this both invited people unfortunately could not make it on a short notice, we are waiting to hear from others.

15 February 2010, Mr Falafel



Palestinian Eaterie
Units T4 - T5
New Shepherd's Bush Market
Uxbridge Road
London
W12 8LH

www.mrfalafel.co.uk

15:00

OPEN
The benefit of having a third person, and real randomness

The Monday after the Sunday crisis, and it is back to Shepherds Bush, it is nice to go to the same place for the third time now, and is it nice to see Ahmad again.

We voiced all our concerns and the apparent crisis (see previous meal) to Edd, he listened carefully and asked questions, he asked if a stronger relationship to the shop owners would help, and he also suggested that we put some of the edited video on U tube, to widen our net. He said that it might be good to have short clips just from people answering the question we usually ask them; did Israel steel the falafel from the Palestinians. It is very rewarding to speak to Edd, someone who follows the project closely, yet outside of it and the occupation, as such. We both felt how Edd’s involvement in the project changed from the first couple of meals where he was filming, but explains that he finds that it mostly goes over his head, to now, with his real sensitivity to the issues at hand and a sense of immersion in it, outside the remits of filming and editing. Not to mention that he also eats falafel every day, he said he smells of it now. The conversation with Edd about the crisis and keeping the meals short felt extremely positive. Edd said how happy he was that we are continuing and that we are breaking through the barriers and the difficult stuff in order to see what will come up. Few close people said how happy they were that we have not stopped, or given up. Stopping would never have been giving up, it would only have been a change of strategy, and yet, it seems that it was good we decided to continue. Only now, more informed and in control of the material that is evolving. We felt by the end of the meal that our concerns and methodologies and our general feelings and reflections benefited greatly from the crisis we had. And if we needed another reassurance that our Situationist randomness, yet structured mapping, had value, here came Madeleine. She sat in the café the whole time and came to us at the end to say hi and that she over- heard our conversation and that she deals with the occupation a great deal. We were relieved to hear that she held the same opinions as us regarding the occupation. She told us how she become involved in it and directed us to her website where there are images of her work. Meeting her was the icing on the falafel, for the day. Ahmad said that she has been a regular for years. Now we feel we might even miss this when it is over, we are beginning to form connections and lines of connections between people we meet, the stories are interwoven and London feels smaller than ever.






Madeleine Strindberg




Tail End, gloss on canvass, 2007, from Strindberg's show Over There
The focus of the work is on the architecture of the occupation: broken bodies, broken lives – spaces devoid of people.
Throughout the exhibition Over There the viewer is confronted with the harsh reality of what life under occupation is like.




Ahmad gave us this book, he said that he it was on a shelf for a long while gathering dust. We must remember to give him our graphic novel next week, our last meal there. It was good to leave earlier than usual, but we did not get a chance to speak to him this time, which was a shame.

16 February 2010, from Falafel King to eat at Maramia Cafe




Leaving Falafel king in protest of using Israeli produces and walking to eat in Maramia






Maramia Cafe
The Taste of Palestine
48 Goldborne Road
London
W10 5PR
14.15

Jewish/Israeli Falafel eaterie
274 Portobello Road
North Kensington, London, W10 5TE

14.00

FULL

The women’s action meal

This was a truly great meal. First of all, we found our way to deal with giving ourselves the task of going to Falafel King, another Israeli falafel place. We decided that we shall meet there, but only take a picture outside and ‘march’ to the Palestinian Maramia café instead. Our first ‘action’ - made in order to reflect our affiliation with the boycott on Israeli goods. Alas, it was a rainy day and we arrived late, very rainy day, grey and miserable. By the time we got to Falafel King, Vanessa, Rachel and Carole already were into their falafels. Edd and the others joined us and we stepped out and took a picture. On the way to Maramia, Vanessa explained how she saw that all the cans of drinks were from Israel, since they had Hebrew writing on them. The music was also Israeli, although not militant like in Pita, but more nostalgic for another time in Israel, the 1980s, for the secular leftists, a time when there was still hope for peace, a kind of new age vibe in the place. Vanessa telling us about the Israeli produce made us feel very good about stepping out, taking a picture and walking to Maramia. It was a cold and a wet walk, and no one really understood what we are doing, since it was hard to explain in the rain, but upon arrival it all made sense, a table was set for us, it was warm and the food was divine. We finally got to eat typical Palestinian dishes, Mussakhan and Maqluba, Maqluba (مقلوبة) is Arabic for "upside-down," it is like up side down Paella, with crispy rice sides. The food was totally delicious, especially the humus and the Maqluba. The falafel was very refined and green inside with a lot of spice, but all recipes were kept a secret from us☺. The owner is from Gaza and came over 8 years ago, he is planning to return to Palestine in a few months, though to Ramallah as his house in Gaza was destroyed in the last war on Gaza by Israel in January 2009. He was so friendly and talkative with us, and genuinely wanted to know how his food rated. Not much competition there, his falafel is in competition with Slemani, which is currently our favourite. When we asked him our leading question – did Israel steel the falafel from the Palestinians he said, that not just the falafel but their lives, houses, and their land. His chef said that Israel can have the falafel if it wants it so badly, since they have after all taken everything else from the Palestinians.

The conversation on the diverse table was very animated and fascinating, perhaps the fact that it is so hard to write about is an indication to how complex and rich it was. We voiced our concerns again and were met with a great deal of reassurance that indeed artists always hit this wall, when one feels that it is simply not enough, and that there must be other ways to bring about change. They all felt that the residency will have effects in the longer run, and it does in the short run, more than we can imagine. There were also suggestions that we ask people in the meals to contribute, so that they feel part of it. Vanessa suggested that we leave people a sheet of information on what they can do, like how to keep the boycott. Carole said that she will help us with the press! And everyone promised to leave a comment in the blog. Edd was saying how it had affected him, in that, he decided to learn more about the situation and others said that they now joined Palestine Solidarity campaign. We asked Rachel Lichtenstein who is a writer, artist and a psychogeographer (with Iain Sinclair from Rodinsky's Room, 1999 and On Brick Lane, 2007) about all the stuff that does not make it to the printed text, like with our blog, and she said that it is part of the process. Her observation was that we have been pushing ourselves too much for a long time now in our artistic and political quest to ‘save Palestine’ (like in our graphic novel) and that we are making ourselves sick. Sick of falafel. Sick of each other. Sick of art, sick of everything. It resonated true to our ears. Vanessa said that her daughter of 18 has read the book to her friends, and being of extremely mixed parentage she felt that she looked like Larissa, and hence must be looking like a Palestinian which made her happy.




Maqluba and chicken midway

17 February 2010, Falafel King, Leather Lane market



Lebanese corner shop with a falafel counter
93 Leather Lane

EC1

13:00

In Falafel King you get a wrap for £3.00, it has something like garlic salad dressing in it, and a lot of onions, very nice. The falafel is green inside. When we asked Muhammad if Israel stole the falafel from the Palestinians he said - of course they did, they stole everything from us, you know that! Muhammad and his brother used to run the same cafe in leather lane, and then his brother moved down the road and opened another one, called happy bagel. They are both Palestinians and lived in Lebanon before coming here; both are trained as engineers.

FULL

Simon Porter will come on Monday the 22nd, due to a change of venue on our part.

18 February 2010, Gaby's Deli




Jewish Eaterie
30 Charing Cross Road,
London,
WC2H 0DB


11.00 am

FULL

Chris McCormack, Damian Swarbrick and Rachel Moore
FULL

The meal of long standing London institutions

Chris who works at Artmonthly brought the following articles/reviews/features

- Five Artists from Israel, Pomeroy Purdy Gallery London, exhibition review, Monica Bohm-Duchen, Dec-Jan 1990/91, Artmonthly
- Here There and Elsewhere, Recent exhibitions of ‘Middle eastern’ art rely on very old generalisations argues Pryle Behrman, Jul-Aug 2006, Artmonthly
- Letter from Palestine, exhibition review, Sally O’reilly, 11.06, Artmonthly
- Wall of Silence, Anna Dezeuze on art and the climate of censorship that bedevils relations between the US, Israel and the Palestinians, 6.07, Artmonthly
-Symposium, Infrastructure and Ideas: Contemporary Art in the Middle East, Larne Abse Gogarty, 3.09, Artmonthly
-GAZA, Francis Frascina revisits Lament of the Images, 4.09, Artmonthly


Every meal is so different. This meal, for some reason, made us aware of how varied the dynamics are in every meal. It all depends on who we know, or don’t know, who turns up, how many people there are and where we are. Also, how the conversation flows, as we never know where the conversation might lead. We usually try to steer the conversation in the direction of the topics we are interested in and how they might relate to the people who are there. In this meal neither of us knew Rachel Moore, and it is always great meeting a new person through the meals. It is harder in a way to have a ‘falafel road’ conversation with people we know than with new people.

Rachel is involved in a project with the Serpentine gallery in Edgware Road and told us that she was interested to come to this meal since like herself, we are also mapping and abstracting the city through one thing, in our case – falafel, in her case – screens. Rachel has been collating data around the Edgware road and Church Street area, on how many screens there are and what is shown on them, this includes screens in restaurants, as well as CCTVs in supermarkets and other shops, as well as others. It was interesting to find another connection to our project with another artistic project which is not food, but rather a methodology in which a city is explored through the randomness and structure of one item. Screens and falafels.

Before we even started to eat we were worried about staying at Gaby’s since it is also Israeli owned like in Pita, Golders Green, and in Falafel King, Portobello road, (and of course not to mention Maoz, which we did not go to which publicly declares that they only use Israeli produces, as much as possible) there was Israeli music, some of the produce, like drink cans, had Hebrew writing on them and came from Israel and there were Israeli paraphernalia all around. This did not only clash with our support of the boycott on Israeli goods, as a peaceful mean of putting pressure on Israel and raising international public awareness, but also had a very oppressive and domineering Israeli atmosphere. It is like the occupation monster comes alive in London all over again. (You could read more about this in the blog entry about Pita and Falafel King). However in Gaby’s, established in 1965, there is no Israeli music, no Israeli goods or paraphernalia, the owners and close friends who came in did speak Hebrew, but the place had no ‘Israeli feel', i.e. Israeli nationalist pride and propaganda about it. In fact Gaby’s is a complete Diasphoric London institution, and to be more precise a West End one, next to theatre land, Trafalgar Square and Soho, with a local façade and interior, as if globalisation never happened. The place had seen and heard, no doubt, many fashion trends, economical and cultural waves, not to mention personal interwoven stories. We ended up ordering food much later, almost an hour into the conversation. We ordered mainly falafel wraps and chilli potatoes. We had chilli potatoes in Mr Falafel last time, and it seems that now the two go together. The food was delicious.

Chris came very much prepared to our delight with a number of articles about Palestine, Israel, and art, that he gathered from an indexical title search he did in Artmonthly, where he works. (Like Gabys, Artmonthly is long established London institution that managed to resist a glossier look). Generally speaking, the Middle East and the region of Palestine/Israel has penetrated the conciseness of the contemporary art world in recent years, through events such as September 11th and the attacks on Gaze 2009, and the war in Lebanon in 2006. The relative proliferation of shows and reviews created a new set of discourses, not in existence previously. In many cases art works from, or about the region, either refers to the political situation, or the means of production effected by it. So when Sally O’Rielly in Letter from Palestine, exhibition review, 11.06, Artmonthly, talking about the works and their production in the show ‘As if by Magic’, she makes valuable and inevitable connections between the restricted mobility in the West Bank and compromised means of production, in relation to the show and the artworks themselves. We spoke about the differences, if any, of art made by Palestinian artists in the Diaspora and in Palestine and how in recent years Palestinian artists found original ways of dealing with the horrors of the occupation through strategies such as absurdity and humour. A good example of this is Khalil Rabah’s The Palestinian Museum of Natural History and Humankind.

When we asked our famous question – did Israel steel the falafel from the Palestinians, Rachel replied that, she does not really know, but it made her think back to her time in NY, at a Palestinian falafel place, where all the Israelis who worked, owned, or managed moving companies would gather. She commentated on how they were all macho, the Palestinians and Israeli men. Macho falafel.









19 February 2010, was Damascus Bite, now Leon, Spitalfields


Leon, Spitalfields Market
3 Crispin Place
London
E1 6DW

19:00-21:00

FULL

Was Damascus Bite, but the meal has too many people for a take away, so we moved to Leon to try sweet potato falafel.






The meal of the two Lois-ess (Lois Keidan and Lois Weaver)


Leon, like the rest of regenerated Spitalfields market, has a feel of an emptied-out post-capitalist bad dream about it. Not bad, just depressing. Like McDonalds, the food is cheap, so one must ask who is paying the price for that?

So far we had the pleasure of visiting predominantly small, family owned businesses, (Not ‘family owned’ in the Richard Bronson’s Virgin sense) but genuinely family owned small businesses. Many of the falafel places we went to had family members and relatives working there, and they were not chains.

We decided to tell Lois K and Lois W the issues that came up for us in the residency, also as a preparation for the Serpentine event on the 23rd.

To our many voiced concerns, the general response from the Loisess, was that we are doing a good job, since we came across real barriers and obstacles during the residency that we did not foresee, and had to overcome them by reassessing our methodologies.

When we mentioned the lack of knowledge of Palestinian culture by Israelis, Lois W talked beautifully about the fact that oppressed groups always need to know everything about the dominant culture, whilst the dominant culture never needs to bother to know anything about the oppressed one. This was very helpful. The problem in the specific case we are dealing with, is that if Oreet for example, as an Israeli, will start to learn a lot about Palestinian food, lets say, and cook it, it can cross to the other side - that of ‘objectification’, which is another form of cultural colonialism.

To the issue of our ability to ‘convert’ very few people through the meals, Lois K responded that if we had it as a story line in Coronation St, we would have probably reached, or even ‘converted' more people, but it would still be a compromised content. Whilst our low key meals are not compromised by any media, or mainstream restrains, and have an effect that we can not necessarily envisage at the moment. That was encouraging to hear. The conversation lasted 48 minutes and ended with a question of what needs to be put on the ‘sticker’? 'Don’t eat falafel here, it is made from Palestinian blood', for a place that uses Israeli produces. Or, 'buy falafel here, made by the culture that created mathematics'… for a Palestinian place. Lois Weaver said that she learnt a lot from this and that she will never look at falafel again in the same way and will consider where she buys it from.

Other sentences that could fit stickers, which were invented by Palestinian artists, are:
Don’t say Pal, without saying Palestinian
And for Palestinian beer:
From those who like their drink… (In the west, many people think that Palestinians don’t drink alcohol)



Unlike the stodgy (To quote Edd) sweet potato falafel at Leon, talking to two such experts in the area of art, activism, politics, performance, human rights public engagement and public conversations, was a complete and utter treat, we are grateful.