no wrong paths

My art practice is based on drawing. Recently it has also become one of performance and now involves walking, mapping and climbing. I create. a new path wherever I go. Rocks are important to me. Follow my path on Strava: Laura Jai

[documentingrocks]

[fluffygif]

Fascinating string art

[anexperimentallife]

[disarray]

Transcript: It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographic “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “Black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc… id. the Black and [Latine] and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” - I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on. So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards… it’s just being poor- but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.“ -comment left on the Racialious blog post “Sustainable Food and Privilege: Why is Green always White (and Male and Upper-Class) (via meggannn). END TS

[harpyhormones]

the same thing when you look at the ~tiny house movement~ versus, say, people living in trailers, or even just renting in apartments or sublet housing

[headspace-hotel]

This this this this

[beguines]

Which body of water taught you how to swim? A pool, a lake, a river? Does your mother tongue hold specific words for specific water places? Maybe you mind goes to the absence of water, the scarcity of it in the place you call home. Have you ever followed a river all the way back to its birth place? Thrown a message in a bottle into a stream and hoped for an answer? Held a microphone into the brook close to your house? Have you swum in winter water? Traced the toxins that run through your fluids? Who bathed you into being? Do you transfuse blood to strangers? Kiss other wet mouths? Were you nursed as an infant? My tab spills meltwater and old tsunamis - how about yours? Ever followed a glass of water through the whole of your hydrologic system? Did you know currents can paint? Try and take a pictures of a watershed every day at the exact same time. Can your moth make the sound of rain, of wind waves and rapids? Do you notice when your plants are longing? Which underground reservoir feeds you? How many tears do you lose in a month? How much blood do you spill? Where do the rain clouds in your region come from? Thirst is a clenched fist. Have you felt it?

Annie-Sophie Balzer, from "Toxic Masculinity Poisons even the Rivers"

[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

[deviika]

Franz Kafka // Unknown

[etherea1ity]

Monet's Garden, Giverny, France ( via )

[metamorphesque]

Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire

[1five1two]

‘The Evening Star’. Caspar David Friedrich. 1830.

[deviika]

"I disappeared into books when I was very young, disappeared into them like someone running into the woods."

—Rebecca Solnit

[nevver]

Into the woods, Antti Laitinen

[mafuyuh]

[nature-hiking]

Distant mountains shrouded by clouds - Alpine Haute Route, June 2021

photo by: nature-hiking

[uroko]

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[peelingmandarins]

“In the Western tradition there is a recognized hierarchy of beings, with, of course, the human being on top—the pinnacle of evolution, the darling of Creation—and the plants at the bottom. But in Native ways of knowing, human people are often referred to as “the younger brothers of Creation.” We say that humans have the least experience with how to live and thus the most to learn—we must look to our teachers among the other species for guidance. Their wisdom is apparent in the way that they live. They teach us by example. They’ve been on the earth far longer than we have been, and have had time to figure things out.”

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass (via tenderculture)

[thoughtkick]

“I think too deeply about everything. I still don’t know if that allows me to see more of the world, or less of it.”

— Mobeen Hakeem

[siir-poesia]

There is too much chaos in me I need peace. I need love. I need you…

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Hay demasiado caos en mi Necesito paz. Necesito amor. Te necesito…

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