"These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce. He who does not really feel himself lost, is lost without remission; that is to say, he never finds himself, never comes up against his own reality."
“I want to reconnect to my animal life.”
By virtue of some exact sequence of events you have arrived here, in this place, with me.
Even just this part is a gift. Thank you.
This is a place of learning and radical togetherness. An invitation to explore the realms of creativity, of medicine and myth, of the technology of grief and the storied land and all its kin. The work herein touches on questions of edges and margins, of ontology, decolonization, and magic; it is informed by my hospice volunteer work, my background in critical pedagogy and by some theory: post-colonial feminism, material semiotics, and agential naturalism.
It is an exploration of what is being asked of me as an artist, and what is being asked of you as someone who cares about art, in a time of overwhelming information, rupture, and stunning lack of wisdom in the dominant culture.
Yet all of us – especially, it seems, artists – are somehow commanded to make sense of the world without even being able to know what "the world" is completely, or say anything about it definitively because who knows what the world according to a cnidarian or a woodfern or star mole might be?
Because in fact we don’t live in the world, the world lives through us, by making us sense things. Artists deliver the news of what sense has been made, and it in turn asks the viewer to engage in sense-making in response. This is how artists literally help us make sense of the world.
This is what I hope to cultivate in this space: a mutually beneficial and wholly unexpected learning environment where we can share the genuine ideas of the shipwrecked, having been unmoored and brokenhearted by the way things are. This vision is grounded neither in hope nor despair, because in the words of Haraway, neither despair nor hope is tuned to the senses. Rather, we must “stay with the trouble.”
And so this is an inquiry into what might that look like for a white settler woman of great privileges, plural, who also stands at a crossroads of the influences of complex trauma, kyriarchy, patriarchy, capitalism, colonialism, ecocide, catabolic collapse, Whiteness, bullshit norms, false binaries, and on and on, grasping at the threads of magic [the entanglement of meaning and matter] that are available so a story that might make some sense to someone may be woven from my time here.
Current projects include:
- Magical/Radical: A Child’s Guide to the Apocalypse (book)
- Magical/Radical Oracle Card Deck
- Oracle Deck Workbook
- Paintings that pay tribute to the more-than-human world
- Mixed media modern himmeli
- The Gifts of Shame: A Case for an Ontological Upgrade
- There Is No “Away,” Or What It Means to Call Humans Trash
- Betraying Whiteness: A Primer
- How Microdosing Psychedelics Brought Me Back From The Brink
If you read these words and something murmurs inside you, something that has been troubled or needing refuge, whether your connection to that which animates us all has grown threadbare or is streaming out the tips of your hair, if fashioning something with your own hands can be understood as a kind of re-membering, and if you have more questions than answers, please come sit next to me. Like my friend Jen Lemen says when she quotes Subhash, “If it’s easy, let’s do it right now. If it’s hard, let’s do it together.”
Let’s do it, together.