Here
are the flowers I cut from the walled garden to see what will dry tough
enough to make it home on a 6-hour drive, and then survive being
shipped in a box to NYC to my photographer for a piece.
I'm packing the wet studio and cleaning a bunch, which leads to some dry studio stuff getting packed as well. These cords are bundled in a cloth and already in my car trunk!From the light orange down, those are colors I did here. Onion, marigold, marigold plus icy salty fresh indigo leaves, and then those leaves again (very weak because this is NOT how to use indigo but I wanted one last hurrah in the dye garden).
This is the third version of this book and I am finally getting the hang of these paper strap bindings.
This one was from when I first practiced these structures years ago. Now it's finally holding a bit of content. I delivered one to the library and had a great visit because I finally found a book that got a grip on me.
These are the small papers from this month. That was fun!
Pods are bursting everywhere. Not all, but more than when I first arrived.
I saw this photo essay about blood quantum
in Native communities today and it was wrenching, just as it always is
when I think about this cruel colonial rule that lives to this day. I
loved what the photographer said in response to the interview question
about "being objective" as a Native journalist covering Native stories:
why don't we ask white folks if they are being objective when they cover
white stories? All My Relations covered blood quantum in two podcast
episodes, this one with outside guests and then this more personal one with their own team.
And then to contrast this with the one drop rule for Black people. How
is it possible that white supremacist colonizers could come up with BOTH
rules and apply them with no inner struggle? I mean, of course they
did. It just sucks that they're still around.I hope this one is praying for us because we really need it.
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