Last summer, I took a trip to meet my partner's family in Greece. We did not speak the same language, but we did share a lot of meals together. The food translated a lot of the feelings that were shared as morsels. There were moments where the smell or taste would take me home in unexpected ways. One day, after a hearty meal at my partner's grandmother's house, I saw a bag of tomatoes that reminded me of the fresh produce of India. That was the first illustration I made. The start might have been Greek or Indian, but my experiences of finding, tasting and bonding over food could only be expressed with the currency of post stamps. It is something that crosses borders the same way shared plates and hearty meals do.
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