It is the date in which my life path was directed, I believe, which I could never forget – my starting point as an artist. I also met my husband for the first time, because he was my classmate. This photo is my teacher, my classmates, and him.
Halit Yozgat murdered on April 6, 2006, at this location in Kassel, formerly an internet café, by the National Socialist Underground (NSU). It was not an isolated incident. The café is now a honey shop, and the city searches for a way to commemorate this bitter memory.
May is the cruelest month. Breeding red bodies out of the land. Mixing memory and desire. Mixing love and death. Stirring ashes with spring rain. And I am frightened. Goodbye to hibiscus –
A voice comes from somewhere (or within), braying: Well, listen to him! So sanctimonious in his white wokeness and so-called decolonial critique (whatever that is)! We see what you’re doing, writing this out loud for strangers’ ears, but inwardly, under your typing tongue, you murmur, “Oh, let the old guard suffer, so I can profit!”. […]
In February 2012, on suspicion of tax evasion, German customs agents raided the Munich apartment of Cornelius Gurlitt. Inside, some 1,400 works of art were discovered. German authorities seized the artworks to determine their provenance, including possible connections to Nazi persecution. The story did not appear in the press until November 4, 2013. As of […]
Random screenshot. Reincarnate on Thursday 13 November 2324, the Dawn of the Satya Yoga.
I am sitting in a room, different from the one you are in now. It is that vague time between the COVID-19 lock-down and the great reopening. With the lynching of Ahmaud Arbery on my mind, I scribble the following oddly formed questions into my notebook: what position is left for, or forced upon you, […]
Yesterday I had one of the best art experiences of the current COVID-19 lock-down when I visited Reformatted, an exhibition created by Aboriginal Territories in Cyberspace (AbTeC) in collaboration with Kanien’kehá:ka artist Skawennati for Concordia University in Montreal as part of their Indigenous Futures research cluster. I had first encountered Skawennati’s work in the form […]
This is a view [sic] of an ironbark forest on my mother’s country, Bidjara, at Mount Moffatt in Western Queensland, Australia. On this day, fifty members of my family gathered to pay our respects to our ancestors and to conduct “welcome to country” ceremonies for two babies. Through my mother’s father, Edward Lawton, my family […]
For today’s K’acha Willaykuna survivance story, we turn to the Wokini Initiative at South Dakota State University. According to a letter to High Country News (which you can read below), in response to their far-reaching article Land-Grab Universities: Expropriated Indigenous Land is the Foundation of the Land-Grant University System, South Dakota University, a land-grant university, […]