Currently showing my Altar Cards as a seasonal wheel installation at very special artfae gallery, Leaf Studios. This collection of drawings (ink/digital fusion) are close to my heart, and this is the perfect way to release the end of a small print run out into my local community. Over the past couple of years, I have given most of the cards out to friends and family, or used (and eventually decomposed) them in my personal altar practice. The handful remaining are for sale at the exhibition.

Caption reads:

Each of these four cards is intended to invite musings on the spirallic passages of seasonality. In her own practice of creating art altars, the artist has found that the variety of ways to play with these cards is limited only by the user's imagination.

// Green Folk group exhibition is on until July 18.

TIMMY: Threads in Motion | Moving Yarns

@threads_in_motion — new insta acc documenting collabs with Dr Louisa Magrics, including our involvement in the Regional Action Research Group at Critical Path this year. So far, we’ve just been setting the scene to show you what’s cooking in our studios and lengthy convos about potential intersections of choreography and crochet.

Incoming as part of the Burrinja Climate Change Biennale — I’m developing a soil-celebrating live artwork with incredible artistic collaborators, who have signed on to activate it.

Free ticketed event. More info on the Burrinja website here.

Ps. That’s my hand/veggie patch ^~^

Quick schematic illustration during a study sesh — themes around group dancing // building shared neuronal circuits // kinaesthetic empathy // …

H e l l e b o r e s ⚔️

These only flower in midwinter, and some of them have green or black flowers.

In other news I’ve just found out they are in the same family as buttercups, which I have a weird relationship with as they’re highly effective boggy soil invaders around here, but I’ve come to respect them for their strategy (which includes having extremely charming flowers). The botanical family name is from ‘little frog’ in Latin.

Afterburn: a junk monument, and a floral revival in a post-bushfire landscape

— a few photographic mementos from my recent travels up north. I’m thinking about the big overland movements that we do in partnership with machines, the anatomy of destruction, and the vital forms of native flora in different parts of the country.

A poem:

Another name for the old gods is the elements.

Knowing the long play of data is required work: 

matter is matter, continuing to be measured

in the mythical river of the moon.

//NS


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One of my favourite things: being surprised by the world and delighted by its strange inclusions.

Lots of things in nature have a fairly bloodthirsty design, and the way animals are made is one of them, but there is a delightful cheeriness and simplicity in there too. Like half of a little blue eggshell standing on the grass like a mushroom. I’ve never seen that before.