And that there is something to be said for living outside of value, for acknowledging the absolute violence of value, of being party to a system in which one either has value or is devalued and consequently must make all sorts of diabolical concessions, alignments, and, ultimately, misalignments, in order to stay on the positive end of that scale.
from Scandalize My Name: Black Feminist Practice and the Meaning of Black Social Life by Terrion L. Williamson
from top left to bottom right: Kennedi Carter; Elliott Jerome Brown. Jr; Quil Lemons; Shikeith; Kennedi Carter; Nydia Blas; Chrisean Rose; Deana Lawson; Quil Lemons; Kennedi Carter
"the cost of convenience does not have to be human lives. we are literally conditioned to think that in order for us to have certain things someone has to suffer and that is the farthest thing from the truth."
i don’t think gym muscle counts. i think you should put on muscle from ploughing the field. rowing a boat. spending your days at the loom weaving intricate carpets. things of that nature
another object i'll have at seattle art book fair this weekend (may 11-12) -- this is "A Longitudinal Study of Deadwood Function in Lowland Forest Ecosystems", it is approximately 2.5" x 30", and it comes inside a (paper) log!
i'll be at table 78 (under Snack Break Studio) with some pals, please stop by and say hi!!
2024, hand bleached and dyed denim, cotton batting and thread
inspired by blackwater photography of plankton! this was my first time layering bleach painting. All the silhouettes were painted with bleaching gel, loosely tie dyed, and then bleached again to make the highlights. I quilted the piece using my free motion foot to outline each individual animal and tacked down the rest of the quilt with small satin stitches that remind me of marine snow. I dyed bias tape to match. super happy with this one and excited to show it in a gallery setting soon!
When I speak with my family, they describe the situation in Rafah as apocalyptic - like judgment day. Everyone is desperate to escape, yet there is nowhere to turn. Walking the streets, all you witness is a sea of displaced individuals in sheer panic. Hospitals are non-operational, the border is closed, supplies are running out, and the bombing and killing are nonstop. 1.3 million people are enduring these harrowing circumstances in Rafah. Why is this okay, how is this okay?