The potato is a multi-world. Tracing it back through its colonial history is an act of revealing the bland and domesticated language with which we have come to know nature, and the use of geography as a political tool to create a distinction between the human and non-human, the West, and the ‘other’.

The Kinnomic Botanical Garden is a parallel site, tethered from Kew Gardens, to challenge the scientific classifications of the potato.

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Firstly take a moment to immerse yourself in this potato-centered world (full video link here)

Use the following prompts to aid you in your travels.


Spot the potato flower to explore its wild habitats.

Where do they live?
What environments do they thrive in?

A poem on seasonality

I am one of 234 wild ancestors of Solanum Tubersoum, here in the paramo we are not known for our floury flesh, but for our brightly coloured flowers, transported via carriage in the spikey pollen sacks of the bombus robustus.

Here I take root in multiple ecosystems, such as the high grasslands of Cuzco, nestled beneath the queen of the Andes, sheltered from days which feel like the hottest of summers and nights the harshest of winters. I thrive in soil types that are black and saturated, but also dry and xerophytic. Making place in the sandy clay soil with corryocactus erdisia, in the canyons of the Anco Cunca, and at the edges of field borders and forgotten
agricultural terraces.

We may not be tasty but we are tough.


Find its contaminants and collaborations.
Can you name its friends?
What about its enemies?

*a non-traditional cartographic artefact of drawn, oral, or tactile form

Perhaps this cartifact* can offer a clue.                                               

I have found my place amongst the soil and the earth, rooted comfortably beside lettuce and spinach; sharing a network of nutrients with corn and green bean. I am aware of a potato beetle hovering north of my territory, but the catnip, coriander and tansy manage to stop the contaminant; The woody scent of sage, and the leaves of nasturtium act as a magnet to the aphids and the lady bird in the south-western zone diverts their attention away from me.


Locate the rocky formation. Explore potato planting according to music and cosmology.

A dot becomes a line becomes a border to contain a thing
From the woods comes the savage
And in the garden lies the tame
Cultivated and ordered by latin name.
From the Devil’s apple evolved a staple starch;
a single species, all the same.

But look out through the cracks in the wall
to a world beyond order and control.
Hold onto my round handles
As I sing of my beginnings.
Not in paper and ink
Nor through written word
So make sure to remember how I am heard.

With the guitars and the flutes
the rain is coming in
from the eyes of the mountain
swept by the currents of the wind.
Through starch I travel as my flowers bloom.
I anchor and branch, but is it too soon?

Creeping up the mountainside
Are the white grubs and the moths.
In laying their eggs
they attack and they threat.
A sticky glue should trap their legs
Stop my leaves turning yellow
I can now hear the chello

The strings and panpipes call for clearer sky
the earth becomes light and in frosts I dry.
Passing from ice to sun,
day through to night
purple to black,
and orange to white.

Each colour, each texture has its own story.
Its own use, its own taste
And nothing goes to waste.
The seed I produce is stored then exchanged
And when Plaedis is in sight
It will be planted again.

In the creation of lines
Whole worlds are forgotten
We have made inert
an endless variety
denoted too bitter too unstable
too wild for society.

With this garden we cultivate a method of mapping that reveals the many interrelated – but not always complementary – ways of knowing nature; and build a social structure of mapmaking that relies on participation to grow and sustain.

︎︎︎research + practice

The Kinnomic Botanical Garden has arisen from a body of research exploring: 

1. The ethnobotnay of the potato’s cultivation in the Andes, 
2. Methods of storytelling.

With my practice, I seek to change how we see the real environment now through the construction of narratives that weave between the past, present, and future to challenge our current trajectory in the Anthropocene.