2014-06

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and another building crumbles in the tectonic plates… rumbling like a bear in the forest.

June 18 - "On the Island.." or Chile, Symposium, Patricio, NOYB, Suomi, DKK….

the seagulls took to the skies in a battle of ah-ah-ah-ing and the gleam of white wings soared through the sky…the morning stillness before all the humans in cars…you can hear them coming. The 5am calmness before a society of destruction and creation, turning & churning.

2014-04

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one little, two little, three little indians

four little, five little, six little indians,

seven little, eight little, nine little indians,

ten little indian tribes.

the wind was relentless that friday on blackstone…she had a cold bite to her, a northern "arctic vortex", as Krista number one said…the days of three Kristas in the camera dept, an unusual and serendipitous moment

and Ray Thunderchild telling me why is was so windy at that time of year…"So the ice can melt."

I'm getting closer to the centre, I hear and say words that feel natural, people who laugh and joke just like my cree grandmother_connections are real this time. I am a proud metis women.

black stone: kaskitemi asiniy

Blackstone day 1 

naheyihtamowim: the act of warmly embracing/ accepting/ feeling good about something

sohkahcahkwewin: having strength of soul….an elder speaking Cree, smudges, the smell of sweet grass fills my soul. I feel at home. The laughter, no ego, joyful and proud, archaic cameras and young-ins…welcome to Blackstone. 

the pollen is dropping…seeds and infancy, the bloom of nature in all forms. dreams of flying and falling and waking up to the sound of birds cawing and screeching. reflections only bounce light, the frenetic energy of music. motivating movement. i see my hand dance across the paper as thoughts coming into mind…I wore nothing but socks and jade, animals and gemstones, calling upon mother nature in all her beauty..she came to life, undulating with feminine energy...