I am working on something special as part of the next Crossmodalism Gathering, with Yntegrity, one of my favourite co-colaberators.
Crossmodalism is a group of people with too many passions refusing the isolation of specialisation. Crossmodalism takes the shape of a community and movement based on Curiosity, Collaboration, Experimentation and Intellectual Diversity. We facilitate platforms for dialogue and collaboration across disciplines that are not traditionally linked, combining art, science, design and entrepreneurship:
For this event the theme is “Healing”. After their last mind-boggling and heartfelt gathering themed around love and heartbreak, this gathering comes in just at the right time: the coming of spring, blossoming and elevating the spirit. But don’t be fooled. Even though it seems calm and pleasurable, in the true spirit of XM, this will be an intellectual adventure and experimental space, for you to explore, get inspired and meet some amazing people.
XM Gathering presents:
A Garden of Delight
Date and Time:
11 March from 3-6pm
The Institute of Light, Mentmore Terrace, London Fields, London E8
We’ll take you on a sensory journey into The Magic Tree, featuring the colour pink, the key of F, the smell and taste of roses, and the feel of human touch…
Our beautiful hive includes:
Mee – concept, composition, cultivation
Tereza Stehlikova – film germination
James Riley – guitar picking
Jons Davies – cajon, percussion, spoons
Ellie Doney – Cumberland sausage
Nadjib Achaibou – freshly pruned Turkish roses
Jonathan Goldsmith – psychological weeding
E. Gabriel Edvy – documenting
Daniel Ospina – plotting and digging
and a little chorus of angels:
Stephanie Singer (BitterSuite)
Heloise Tunstall-Behrens (The Quorum)
and more, TBA
We’ll explore healing, with insights from nature, science, beauty, pleasure, our hearts, and the scarred labyrinth of our shared, delicate, vulnerable experience, shuffling on this mortal coil.
Don’t expect to simply consume – come ready to participate in gentle immersion, and wear pink, if only a scarf, or a little rose bud planted in your button-hole with a flourish of eudaimonia.
For we plan to wrap you in a pink woollen blanket to soothe all woes, to keep you safe and warm until Spring raises her sweet fragrance from the dead lands, as surely she must…
Want a hint of what it’s all about watch this: