Authenticity is not measured by the magnitude of your wounds, but rather by the willingness to honor, love, and show compassion for our humanity through them.
— A.M.S
(as above)
the woman.
(1) a concept by dr. bayo akomolafe, shared by mara june of Motherwort & Rose in Tears of the Gods.
(2) lyrics from Princess Nokia’s song “Blue Velvet”; the opening line of the first verse.
i am a shapeshifter, a storyteller, an artist, and a lover in all its multitudes and forms. a child and student of the living-dying (1)— constantly transforming with the beginning of each season. an alchemist of my aching. the chrysalis and the butterfly. the stillness and the storm. girlhood is a spectrum, pretty is destructive (2) — ruin, rising, remembrance, and rot. running from the cradle to the coffin— rooting in the spectral, and shaking hands with the obscene. i’m not your mothers’ maiden, i am fractal of their universe and the heaviness of their skeleton.
are you
the magic.
radical & absurd imaginations
to exist on the margins is a testament to being able to hold many and all complexities. perhaps, not all the holding we do is woven from string; perhaps, some of it is woven in a web, in our psyche and consciousness. in R&AI we explore what it means to weave and speculate simultaneously: the constructs and the lived experience, the training and the embodiment, the teachers and the students. to imagine a future of coexisting, we must first define — the radical and the absurd. how big are your dreams? how loud is your imagination? and how do you want to leave the world you entered?
a collection of the trinkets of my life, all of its fragments and scraps.
a turning of the prism to refract back to me and you/ what it means to be in constant conversation
with your gardens and ghosts
a.s.
i am
the mischief.
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