hi.

This site is ever a work in progress. It is being built with accumulated gestures. I place them here, in this space between us, so that we might surprise ourselves, so that we might know our connection.

     

 
   day 3  waxing crescent   The Sun   cycle day 19  46 degrees, sunny     Today I’m tasking myself with finding companions for the rooms upstairs. Honestly, I’m quite afraid about inviting people into my space but I’m choosing to lean into t

day 3

waxing crescent

The Sun

cycle day 19

46 degrees, sunny

Today I’m tasking myself with finding companions for the rooms upstairs. Honestly, I’m quite afraid about inviting people into my space but I’m choosing to lean into the adventure of it. I’ll make a poster and send it to my favorite people. The vibe I’m conjuring is flirtatious, sunshiny, energetically light-hearted, and funny. I’m thinking sacred hostel where we find our way(s) together, simultaneously sharing the burdens and enjoying the hell out of the Monster Years (1) in which we currently reside.

Tonight I have a council meeting with a few trusted friends so that I might not walk this alone. This too scares me. I’m very protective of my visions but I think I’m asked to get a little bit necked so that I can enjoy the sunshine.

notes:

1. I read this phrase in WHO TOUCHED ME? by Fred Moten and Wu Tsang just today and did not investigate thoroughly, but I loved it and am using it anyway

collecting the collective

collecting the collective

art practices that are investigations of the way our lives are organized

art practices that are investigations of the way our lives are organized

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