08/28/2025
Thoughts from my time with .wilderness.residency on Mnisiing Island:
My work is about desire
About going backwards
And finding ways of being my ancestors abandoned for what turned out to be the oppressive systems we are currently dismantling
I am in solidarity with the land
I am pulling up her energy
I am charging my battery with light
I am flexing my rage from underneath my ribs,
Her vessel.
These colours hold storylines:
Marigolds and amaranth from the art centre garden,
Plants that have traveled across the world for thousands of years,
Marigold medicine colour joy giver,
Amaranth food flower ritual, a new friend.
Copper from my home, qathet, a toxic turquoise for our water and sky.
They form these new creatures, messengers with invitations.
Where are these creatures taking me?
They’re dreams, past futures,
Holding my hand when it’s all too much
Our deconstructed gambling systems
Children who are starving are my children
Black hole brains continuing masochistic unbalanced ways of breathing, walking, always fighting,
Never loving, greed isn’t love it’s always wanting more
But there’s enough
There’s so much for all of us.
Each creature brings an encouragement
Or a release
A reminder
There are seasons
We won’t remain this way
The world doesn’t need relaxed women
Embrace your fierceness
Your beast
Your howling moon voice.
Every morning get up and trust it can be good
Or at least walk until it starts to feel alive.
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Inks made from wild colour. Gratitude to the garden and its caretakers at for use of the amaranth and marigolds in this piece.
