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?

return to turtle island after much time by the red sea & nile & sensory memory atlantic waters & sand & stone & colours draw me back

This poem was sourced in Kingcome Inlet,BC and at an unknown river on the island of St. Vincent and the Grenadines.

Meditation on these seeds as the connector between the land, the present moment, and my mother’s maternal lineage

i sat by the red sea in 2023 the waters & the aliveness within healed my body-spirit this is some of what they spoke to & through me

Dog puppet. Cat puppet. Ostrich puppet ? A small shrine. Animating the animal inanimate.

I felt compelled to be in the forest, my grand mother and great grand mother on my mother’s side speaking to me. Through my eyes, I felt that they were telling me to protect love and the lonely. 

Short Story

This piece was made in memory of those we have lost and those who have struggled and sacrificed so much, so we could be here now.

This is a series of still images, from video footage taken by Gwen Armstrong, fellow participant in the Arrivals Co-Lab Residency. Fresh into her ALP work, a young Jude Wong found herself wandering through Vancouver’s China Town, and met with her Father at the Wong Benevolent Society.

1. A poem weaving my ancestor’s experiences in the Red River settlement, including their involvement in the Riel Resistance and and my own experiences teaching inside a federal prison. 2. Painting / Drawing: Ancestral Figure and Child – Reaching Back

Morning thoughts and poetry The words came in one wave I now wonder how many other waves will follow to shape it Using voice? paintings? video? What will grow from this seed?

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.

This seed is in response to a compelling moment that took place when I was five years old. It was the first time I recall thinking about the concept of mortality.

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

This video is of a collaboration between Rosemary Georgeson, Jonathan Langdon and Julie Tamiko Manning that took place in September 2023, at The Final Steps, a monument on a pier in Kjipuktuk/Halifax, where each have ancestors that crossed this threshold between land and water.

This is a poem inspired by Sarah Rossy’s poem “Eat the Fruit” and connects with a drawing I did of my ancestor during the Ask the Mountains online arrivals process in 2022.

A short video reflection on the shoreline in Nova Scotia.

Tracing my nails, my great-grandmother’s feet, and the dances of our shared sacrum.