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—Ryen Blaschke

Sacred Box

—Tara Jane O’Neil

NATURE STUDY ON LONESOME ISLAND PARTS I AND II

Nature Study On Lonesome Island was partially made during a dark and troubled time—a time when human connection seemed physically impossible for myself and yet at the same time when it meant everything.  The only way back to the world was to bear it alone. And towards the end, the darkness became light and it was able to happen.

PART I  represents the importance of you and me, and you and me together.
What lies in between is something I hold up in high regard. It is one of the main reasons why I like being here. Love makes me feel alive, it’s an elevated form of human connection— with myself and with others.

PART II represents a connection back to  family. When my mother was very young she  was adopted. My family has since chosen to be secretive regarding where she came from. Because of this, I only know one thing to be true regarding that place—that she had native heritage. It continued to play a huge role in our upbringing and that is what I am celebrating here with this piece.
My mother died when I was 13. This is an homage to her and what I carry with me today.

—Azsa West

www.azsawest.com


The Wild You Seek Is In Your Heart

I don’t know why the purchase of a “bag of dog ribs” on the internet makes me so happy.  Something about animals, their pieces, their way of dying alone in the woods and their wildness, is so nice.  It’s a reminder the ‘hey, you’re going to die’ but there is still glory to be had and also glory in death.

All the animal parts used in the installation were found (except the dog ribs), and one part is actually a $100,000 fine (if you have one).  The silk tunic is from DUST, a line of one of a kind pieces all made by hand.  The idea for the line (labor intensive one-offs) is a terrible business idea but I guess the love of making wins out in the end.

—-Julia Blackburn

www.dustcantkillme.com

Caduceus

These are film stills from the first time I cut down a tree.  This experience is best explained by this excerpt from a Forough Farrokhzad poem:

Another Birth

My whole being is a dark chant
which will carry you
perpetuating you
to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming
in this chant I sighed you sighed
in this chant
I grafted you to the tree to the water to the fire.

Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day

Life is perhaps
a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch
life is perhaps a child returning home from school.

Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning .

Life is perhaps that enclosed moment
when my gaze destroys itself in the pupil of your eyes
and it is in the feeling
which I will put into the Moon’s impression
and the Night’s perception.

In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.

And it is in this way
that someone dies
and someone lives on.

—Jackie Davis

Sound Suit/Nipplcano/What’s Truly Feral

I’ve been thinking about bodies getting blown around by feelings; about power centers on a body; places of heat.  I’ve been wanting to feel small lately, in relativity to Source.  I want the body to be an instrument, a noisemaker, a medium; to apply great friction; to make the heart hot.

—Valentine Freeman

www.valentinefreeman.com

Golden Experimental Boomerang

With practice it will return Love, Kindness, Mindfulness and Adventure; as a Lucky Knight in the realm of real time gravity and occasional kismet wind.

—Julie Noble

Bro Zone/Hold Me/Peony

DILDOS ARE AN IMPORTANT TOOL FOR SOME LESBIAN SEPARATISTS

This Summer I got topped by a butch (lesbian) ex-surfer and gained access to The Bro Zone:gay dick,free time, effortless entitlement, self-love and sisterhood.  Male privelage and lesbian desire — with all the joy and contradiction evinced.

I grew up in Souther California surrounded by surf culture.  I loved surfer and still love surfers.  They seem to exist in a magical zone.  They can be stoned, broke and stupid and still be desired.  I found a door to freedom in gay love.

This embroidery/gouache piece, BRO ZONE is artifact of my exploration into that mind state.

—Sarah Shapiro

www.sarahgertrudeshapiro.com

Lying It On The Table/Head For Head

He is manly and kind and conscious of life and well-read.  I do kind of love him.  Goose holds me back, he holds me back from you and being able to go off and such and such.  Anal for anal, head for head.

—Daniel Long