This is the story of my mother, born in England in 1922, and up to the time I was five years old. This was written using stories she told me as well as from journals she kept.
I spend a lot of time in our kitchen cooking, being creative with the days menu. So cooking becomes an abstract form using the natural flavours, textures and spices to make a colourful and tasty meal. Abstract art forms do not restrict or confine my emotions, but allows them to flow freely. The kitchen cabinet […]