I am hot-wired and beyond sleepless.
I am back home from three days of arts related symposia. The first symposium was on Indigenous Art in Britain, I learned of this via Rainmaker Gallery in Bristol. I went as a Native artist living in the UK and to find out how and where Indigenous art work is exhibited over here. Usually in the ‘anthropology’ context and in the past tense. But this we can change.
The second 2 days were a symposium on Social Making. The latter had to do with socially engaged art, eg, any artform which involves people and communities in debate, collaboration or social interaction. Myself and another artist from Moretonhampstead took up two places which were funded by our local art gallery Greenhill Arts. During these two days, I got some ideas about how I can challenge and change the story that is still being told over here about Native American people.
These three days were a lot to take in and experience. I let the days wash over me and certain aspects found a place to dwell within.
I am an introvert by nature and during the lunch break in Bristol, I chose a sack lunch and went out to find a quite place beneath the trees to sit and eat and be for an hour.
are afoot. We are putting our people back into the story
through art making and song and writing.
We are making new stories.
We gather together in different ways.
I met a Prince and did some of my usual hanging back and observing.
The waters have broken
Incongruous confluences are being birthed
held in harmony by this artist/midwife’s hands.
Connections and conversations,
a palm full of golden seeds of new ideas.
Butterflies dancing over desert rivers.
and allow space.
A night time train journey through NYC
to the corner of 125th and Midnight
with a Queer poetess.
She gave me a key
to open new doors
and to lock others safe tight.
Time collapses and place becomes a collaborator.
We gather now in a different may.