Have finally seen the film " The Yak in the Classroom." Of course it is lovely to see Bhutan and to hear Dzongka spoken, but the subject just also took me back to the village I worked in in Kyrgystan 10 years ago. My village was not as basic, but the humanity and love of music and animals was so similar. Heartfelt.
Years ago at Tribal Earth, one of the other gate people was a woman called Christine, who said she had no claim to fame. Which given that it turned out that she was a well known naturist artist was not quite true. Interestingly several august art institutes have been looking at women's recent activist art so her art has suddenly been on show at the Barbican, Tate and at the William Morris museum. I did not get to see the latter exbition ,but went to the first over Christmas and have just got to the Tate this week. Luckily I went with a friend who was much more active in the women's movement than I was and she knew lots of the people represented and had met some of them too. One of the art works featured Cherry Groce, whose shooting set off the Brixton Rights. Her brother is now called Mooji and this week my son is back with him on security duty, is that life imitating art?
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