I want to be that person who can stomach her past traumas and the present predicaments of the world and does not use art-making only to escape, but rather, as visceral and gutsy expressions of these realities. #sumud
30k ‘followers’ here today on IG. So many visitors, and I am thankful. Collaborators, etherial companions, and yet to meet strangers. Kindred spirits, and rebels. Dust kickers, and holders of agony, seriousness, light and lightness to
Dark illusions. Shadowy visions. The myth of permanence and the sweetness of presence. An interplay between forever and never. Heightened sensuality and numbing dullness. All that comes to visit, and some to stay.
Posh bread rolls with butter and confiture. Or something entirely different. A committed engagement in ‘remaking’. Renaming. Time and again. Inspired by these words by Ursula Le Guin: “Love doesn’t just sit there, like a
With @leighannalight and me, for Image Transfers and Transformation. A mixed media retreat in Mexico, as the new year begins. “We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.” -Anaïs Nin Link in bio.
“Courage is the measure of our heartfelt participation with life, with another, with a community, a work, a future.” David Whyte
Do You Find Banana Slugs Cute? That is the question. Today on orlyavineri.substack.com
‘Drawing from scratch’ From itch. From childishness. From immaturity. From aloneness. From resolve. From imagination. From memory. From stubbornness. From murky waters. From grime. From wax. From chalky paint. From sorrow. From hunger.
Places of no suffering.
So blessed to come across such incredible rich poetic souls in my journeys to teach. So much learning awaits me always. I never come home the same person I was when I left. Here is a poem one of them wrote. By @wyrd_corinnsz “Creation drags
Underneath it all, I still smile. I still smile knowing all that I know about what is between us. About the hopeful and the despairing. About what is and what isn’t. What is fading and what is persisting, insisting, stinging. I still smile.
‘Lyrical beginnings’ Desperate for love. No! For home.
Here in the PNW. Today will be the first day of teaching here, in my beloved Whidbey Island, in WA. I came here almost every year in the last 15. Awwww, those nuanced meadows spilling into the sea. Or vice versa, not sure. But yes, with stretches
Hunger Digesting Famine. Today on orlyavineri.substack.com
For the love of all beings and their shadows.
High sensitivities and wild imaginations. They are often precursors to passion and reactivity in love and also in fear of no love. Origins of rigid arrangements in the mind and open-ended bodily swaying abandons. In the impulsive bursting of sma
‘An increasing number of people who lead mental lives of great intensity, people who are sensitive by nature, notice the steadily more frequent appearance in them of mental states of great strangeness ... a wordless and irrational feeling of ec
A blur. #sumud
There is something in us that refuses to be regarded as less than human. We are created for freedom. -Desmond Tutu