ALPSP – Seed Collab # 2 My Throne – Lydie Dubuisson Dear Lydie, a flower for your throne. FINDMUTYA a felt pen flower drawing by hand, digitally embellished using milinote’s drawing tool.

In the video, there is a pawpaw tree and dry woods; the young pawpaw is dancing & jubilating sensing the rain as life, the same rain that falls on the lifeless wood made it decaying from time time… What goes well with someone might turn to be deadly or fatal for another person. “LESSONS OF LIFE”

On managing activations of ancestral trauma: from the Mayan calendar to extra-dimensional downloads.

The spiral is an image that is seen in nature, in Indigenous symbolism, and in the fascia of the human body. It can represent both stability and spinning out of control, and I wanted to explore the intricacy of the spiral as a movement within the collaborative creative process.

AI image of Desi Futures

Offered without any desire to missionize or colonize your beliefs.

Arrivalling my Dida, my maternal grandmother.

what do we reach towards? what is drawn to us?

Mutya and Larissa get to know each other through data.

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…

What might have made your ancestors laugh? What makes you laugh?

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.

matrilineal pain

Kim and Larissa discuss collaborating

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

A short video reflection on the shoreline in Nova Scotia.

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

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. 

biosonification of an Arbutus tree