Gem & Bolt - Chemistry in Mexico

I was honoured to be part of the launch of the mystical lifestyle brand Gem & Bolt.

Its founders are a trilogy of women, Adrinadrina, Elliott Coon and Pamala Bishop. All with whom I have worked alongside, collaborated with and generally rubbed and plaited souls with. 

Together they united a whole team of creators and let me tell you, I felt like I was surrounded by 

hi-brid humans. So much inspiration, each person with a unique field that had been plowed and seeds sewn over many years, to make ideas so solid and formed yet still evolving and growing fast, so you could almost feel the force of the flux. 

I took my tulle pieces and  placed them in the natural stretchers of palm trees in the jungle , it was always my intention that these pieces would collaborate with their surroundings and being outside at the mercy of the sun and the moon and the ever whirling wind meant that they were consistently animated. 

Working around these people in those surroundings was mind-blowingly ideal, sewing was such an effortless joy, working was the best thing I could be doing and that was not all, there was the glitterbomb arrival of Mariaflora with a sack of ΣΟΜΦ spilling out to all and every, making everyone feel the edge of fancy. 
Some serious singing and sunsplashed thigh slapping going on in the back of the truck with our hair flapping around like happy puppy ears, it was in that same truck bed that Pamala Bishop got kissed by a frenchman sitting on the plinth of the spare tire, much to the delighted screams of us all. Booty bounce classes by the fabulous in- house DJ  monsieur Frank, aiming to hear your buttcheeks clap. 
Technicolour talks at papaya playa, wind so strong that our flesh was going all g-forcey making everything feel like it was happening doublspeed, my skirt, more often than not, in the air. 
Seeing an old man being pulled along on a skateboard by a dog. 
Getting massaged constantly by strangers. Snuggling up with P and M  to slumber who somehow bridged the gap between my sweet little soft Nova and my nice warm boyfriend and quelled the longing of their absense. 
Morning breakfasts made by our sweet ladyboy, Umberto, dinners at Hartwood! Ceviche! Scorpion Tequila! Pre-meal meditation by the sea! 
Reflexology under the intense white light of the sad-lady moon and after Jessica Lutz ran her fingers through my hair and cracked my head like and egg, out flowed the congealed yoke of unfertilised discontent. 
With this renewal, I feel so incredibly refreshed and focused and ready and actively making some changes as I admit I have been lonely in my worklife for too long now.

I want to go again, since I have returned I keep thinking of different ways I could have worked with the space, maybe my embracement of it was still a little shy, considering the wily contrast to the gallery setting I delight to escape, but am inherently more familliar with. 

I feel quite sure I will get my chance.

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