Short Story

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

Kim and Larissa discuss collaborating

Time for confession

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. 

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

ALPSP – Seed Collab #4 FindMutya’s video with finger feet puppets and movement, inspired to accompany, Jillian Eileen’s Seedpool video audio and text, A Seed in the Wind. Note: I wish to be a seed in the wind, free and uninhibited with all it’s graceful movement. Question…how do we flow more?

I don’t know if I am done, or if I will ever be done finding new questions. It’s an open endless question with no interrogation or answer

“To hear it, you had to be there,” quote from Lydie’s Seed.

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

Travelling between two worlds. The Sea, it’s history and my ability to stay the course.

where to start? an incremental step…attuning

Studies in Industrial Noise.

FIND MUTYA – sculpture – vision – sound – edit – stumbled into the moon on my wanders, recorded impromptu full moon phone clips on Dec 15/16th, 2024 JUNE PEREA – still & moving images – vision collaborator

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

By Lydie Dubuisson. Created during the Arrivals’ Seedpool; Moving Together Arriving Together residency at Prismatic Arts Festival 2023 in Kjipuktuk/Halifax.