Arrivals Legacy Project SeedPool Artist – FIND MUTYA – Seed 1 Original WIRE-SOUND-VIDEO – Mutya Macatumpag *My lola (grandmother) passed away when my father was young. We never had the chance to meet. This is a gift from me to, Felicia Gabuya Macatumpag in my thoughts and heart, connected.

Drums & Vocables Composer: Mshkiki Gitikaan Kwe Performers: Healing With Drums

my ancestral home of kemet/nubia/egypt the nile & its banks & the vegetation that grow around her resound with an abundance that resonates with the birth right of vitality

This Seed, in response to Zainab Amadahy’s ‘Stuck in Time’, natty abdou’s ‘entanglement as birthright’ and Diane Roberts’ ‘Úwaradaguágüda/Balance’ is an imagining of what it would be like to encounter joy as a partner in the creative dance.

A response to the idea of balancing ourselves. How do you practice self care? How does your self care extend into your community? How does your self care impact your ability to collaborate effectively?

This is an impromptu collaboration with Peter Olalekan Adekokan from the Caribbean sea to the Atlantic Ocean.

a chance to walk the banks of the nile senses enlivened – a chance to feel into what my ancestors may have felt

A short video reflection on the shoreline in Nova Scotia.

This seed was inspired by Nadia Myre’s poem, Under the Sky Blanket. I’ve been sleeping with a bowl of water next to my bed. The swaying lavender boat and little figure is praying to the stars and greater powers that be.

Dear Data 2 – Making Something That Isn’t Food – February 2025

Short Story

mud flats and their cracks remind me of our skin and the groves of our beingness

AI image of Desi Futures

I felt compelled to be in the forest, my grand mother and great grand mother, on my mother’s side speaking to me. So much sorrow in my heart from many recent deaths. This sorrow deeply connects to the losses that these two ancestors in particular had to endure. Where to find faith and trust?

I felt compelled to be in the forest, my grand mother and great grand mother on my mother’s side speaking to me. So much sorrow in my heart from many recent losses. Then, a new beginning…

matrilineal pain

The rabbit hole, the chase, the discoveries.