{"id":3808,"date":"2018-07-11T21:30:38","date_gmt":"2018-07-12T01:30:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/?p=3808"},"modified":"2018-07-11T18:32:21","modified_gmt":"2018-07-11T22:32:21","slug":"communities-are-fluid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/2018\/07\/communities-are-fluid\/","title":{"rendered":"Communities Are Fluid"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_3809\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/13_gsavoor_timemissing2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3809\" class=\"wp-image-3809 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/13_gsavoor_timemissing2-300x220.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"220\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/13_gsavoor_timemissing2-300x220.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/13_gsavoor_timemissing2-768x564.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/13_gsavoor_timemissing2-1024x752.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/13_gsavoor_timemissing2.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-3809\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Gowri Savoor, &#8220;Time Missing&#8221; (2016)<\/p><\/div>\n<h3>Gowri Savoor reflects on the warm and evolving community of her childhood in Britain and shares original art that commemorates her cherished memories.<\/h3>\n<p>I had a fortunate childhood; living in the multicultural Britain of the 70\u2019s, in the ethnically-diverse suburbs of Leicester, in the green and leafy village of Oadby, on a street where everyone knew my name. It\u2019s when I think back to these days, that I think of the importance of community.<\/p>\n<p>I lived in a time when there were cups of sugar to be borrowed, gossip to be shared, kids to play out with, and neighbors to call on in a crisis. There were Jubilee street parties, New Year\u2019s Eve parties, Avon, Tupperware and whatever-the-occasion parties; children were relegated to the black-and-white box in the bedroom, while adults laughed loudly below. There were Christians, Hindus, Muslims, Jews and Atheists. No-one asked who you voted for, and no-one discussed their pay-packet.<\/p>\n<p>We were groups of strangers, living harmoniously side-by-side, giving and taking, sharing and supporting. Couples divorced, people died, and families drifted; others came, and we held each other to account. Oftentimes it was messy, and imperfect, yet we muddled through our problems, and still celebrated our humanity. It was life inside a community, cradled inside a cul-de-sac.\u00a0 I long for a return to those days, to a place of safety and inclusion, a place of belonging.<\/p>\n<p>Thirty years later I built <em>Time Missing,<\/em> a sculpture that commemorates those days, and captures the layers of geology, topography, history, and memory that construct a physical snapshot of a childhood well-lived.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gowri Savoor reflects on the warm and evolving community of her childhood in Britain and shares original art that commemorates her cherished memories. I had a fortunate childhood; living in the multicultural Britain of the 70\u2019s, in the ethnically-diverse suburbs of Leicester, in the green and leafy village of Oadby, on a street where everyone [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[548,136],"tags":[25],"coauthors":[519],"class_list":{"0":"post-3808","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-creative-community-fellows","7":"category-reading-list","8":"tag-community","9":"entry","10":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3808"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3814,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808\/revisions\/3814"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3808"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/fieldnotes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=3808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}