Authenticity is not measured by the magnitude of your wounds, but rather by the willingness to honor, love, and show compassion for our humanity through them.
— A.M.S
(as above)
the woman.
i am a shapeshifter, a storyteller, an artist, and a lover in all its multitudes and forms. a child and student of the living-dying (1)— constantly transforming with the beginning of each season. an alchemist of my aching. the chrysalis and the butterfly. the stillness and the storm. girlhood is a spectrum, pretty is destructive (2) — ruin, rising, remembrance, and rot. running from the cradle to the coffin— rooting in the spectral, and shaking hands with the obscene. i’m not your mothers’ maiden, i am fractal of their universe and the heaviness of their skeleton.
are you
the magic.
radical & absurd imaginations
to exist on the margins is a testament to being able to hold many and all complexities. perhaps, not all the holding we do is woven from string; perhaps, some of it is woven in a web, in our psyche and consciousness. in R&AI we explore what it means to weave and speculate simultaneously: the constructs and the lived experience, the training and the embodiment, the teachers and the students. to imagine a future of coexisting, we must first define — the radical and the absurd. how big are your dreams? how loud is your imagination? and how do you want to leave the world you entered?
to exist on the margins is a testament to being able to hold many and all complexities. perhaps, not all the holding we do is woven from string; perhaps, some of it is woven in a web, in our psyche and consciousness. in R&AI we explore what it means to weave and speculate simultaneously: the constructs and the lived experience, the training and the embodiment, the teachers and the students. to imagine a future of coexisting, we must first define — the radical and the absurd. how big are your dreams? how loud is your imagination? and how do you want to leave the world you entered?
a.s.
i am
the mischief.
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(so below)
