Over the past few months during conversations with friends I had often heard her name: Karen Lacroix. I didn’t know anything about her at the time besides this name, which itself was kind of mysterious. But the mystery was quickly solved and I came to know that she’s lived in Porto with her family for some years now, that she loves food too, and most importantly that she founded a project called ‘Illustration School’—an international pedagogical platform for illustration and food as expanded fields. So, I wrote down her name intending to approach her someday and invite her to be part of Alento.
In early July, when I met Inês Neto dos Santos (who you will meet in another piece), I crossed paths with Karen. She was hosting Illustration School at the design research centre Shared Institute and Inês, who was one of the tutors of this year’s edition, was cooking in the kitchen.
I thought to myself: this is exactly what Alento is about! People sharing spaces, their food, and their time with others. Congregating around a table, sharing rather than dividing. So much of the cooking process involves separating, splitting, cutting, removing. And yet, the result of cooking is quite the opposite: it brings people together.
From the balcony overlooking the patio where the Illustration School was taking place, I peeked through the leaves of the fig tree, and I watched Lexi Smith kneading bread with the participants. A communal table, a few jars of flour, and sticky dough in everyone’s hands. They discussed how bread is not only sustenance, but that it is also a political tool.
I spent a few mornings and afternoons in the company of the tutors and participants. Curiously enough, this year the group was exclusively women, all from different parts of the globe. I spoke to a few in private, listening to what motivated them to apply to Illustration School. Most of them mentioned feeling uninspired with their jobs, or needing a break from their daily routine, or even yearning for a hands-on approach instead of our mainly digital one.
On a Thursday morning, tutors and participants had a brainstorming session to collect the stories and objects they had gathered over the week, some of which they related to on an emotional level. One girl, whose name I can’t seem to remember, shared her surprise and excitement when she saw a lemon tree for the first time. In her home country of Romania, lemons and oranges are not locally grown, but they are part of several Christmas recipes that people make during the holidays. We then discussed the legitimacy of the term ‘local’ and what it actually means: is it something like Portuguese lemons growing in people’s backyards? Or could it be the imported lemons needed for the holiday sweets that every single household will have on their Christmas table in Romania? Discussing the physical implications of ‘local’, versus its historical and emotional dimensions led to an open discussion about the current vocabulary used in food.
Then, someone wrote this little three-word sentence: ‘Perfecting the perfect’ and it struck me how much of a metaphor food was for our everyday lives. Our relationship with it, how much thought we put into it, an obsession, a soothing companion, or simply, a necessity and nothing else.