Spacemaking as Sanctuary // Water Memory 🌊
new artwork + private view tonight + bts essay ✨
Dear human reading/listening to this, i hope this letter meets you in a moment of ease, however possible. I hope what’s here might offer you some space for whatever you are holding or moving through-with. I would like to thank you for Being here, to give gracious gratitude to those who have joined our online meetups so far this year, and apologise to those who couldn’t make the times (if i haven’t already replied to you, a reply is coming and hope we can reconnect very soon!) 💜
In other time-sensitive news, one of my paintings is featured in an upcoming show which opens this Saturday in London, however if you’re in town and want to join me for the private view tonight (Thursday 6 March) scroll on for deets to join!
On Sunday 23 February, i turned 45 years old. Thank you to those who reached out with greetings and kindness, i’m so grateful and humbled!
So on this (my) personal new year / solar return / ‘earth day’ (or ‘earth month’ cause we vibe with the entirety of Pisces season…) fellow water and water-adjacent bbs, we celebrate! This is officially when my true spring begins. At least my own anchor and honouring of vår, along with many other cultures who begin spring celebrations in the coming weeks.
And on the day of writing this, it’s a new moon, also in my sun sign, Pisces, so it finally feels right to emerge from my shell grotto, to give thanks, howls of appreciation and gratitude for still being here. What a privilege it is to age! To be in the world despite the horrors which exist. To be surviving somehow, at least for now. To feel like wanting to continue to try.
Feeling glimmers from the stretching of daylight and witnessing new growth pushing upwards, emergence of newness visible, along with the journey of moving heavy earth to get there, a clamber to move through all the many things which have felt and feel difficult and yet - still here.
Here!
Now!
Miracles exist!
For we are living, breathing miracles and each moment is ripe with more!
Yes, despite the world being on fire, because you know what i’ve been considering? That we still exist, and will continue to exist as our spirit and essence will always be true and live through our expressions.
So in today’s bonanza, a personal essay - an honest reflection of life lately, and an update on the neurodivergent journey, disability and some realities of being a working class artist, along with an art and sound art piece i birthed this winter for you which was commissioned and published by Healing Justice London for the Pisces new moon, along with an invitation. I hope this multimedia zine will be nourishing and would love to hear what you think.
I’d like to pause to honour beloved Roy Ayers as his music has held and carried me through so much, i’m grateful for his time on this planet, to have met, vibed and connected with him over the decades. Thank you, thank you…🎶
Spacemaking as Sanctuary // Water Memory 🌊
First up, i’m thrilled to share a piece i’ve been working on, commissioned and published by Healing Justice London.
It’s an experimental exploration in worldbuilding and remembering alternative infrastructures and you’re invited to explore space via an interactive and immersive sound ’walk’ from wherever you are in the world using embodied methodologies.
You’re encouraged to participate via the methods which resonate. This participation exists within ‘crip time’ or ‘neuroemergent time’ (shoutout to
✨)or ‘anticolonial time’ where you are invited to ‘read’ or ‘see’ or ‘feel’ or ‘experience’ and apply in your own laboratory of experience to create sanctuary via spacemaking and together beyond time or place via the most accessible tools and ways of Being, whether you are someone who is in bed, or outside.You can find the sound piece, prompts and more here.
Let me know how it lands as i’d love to be in dialogue with you, simply hit reply to this mail 📬
Essay: BTS // is this a safe-enough space?
I’ve felt the equivalent of an eel swimming around murky waters. Around bricks and a bicycle wheel. Some crumbs from a discarded pasty. Reeds and chewy undergrowth, sediment stirred to the point of blocking all from being visible, making terrain most hazardous. All to do is swim, swim, sway, dip… rise?
But what are these blocks?
This essay is currently for paid subscribers simply cause it’s safer and honestly, so much has not been safe so thanx 4 understanding this necessary protection.
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