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…

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. 

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?

biosonification of an Arbutus tree

As a response to “What do you desire to hear, see, taste, smell, or touch, as you view this material?” I was inspired to eat rice. Next thing I knew, it had turned into a whole meal.

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?

ALPSP – Seed Collab #3 – FIND MUTYA sound, inspired by Ruby Singh’s Image, Desi Futures 1, A Sikh temple spaceship that runs on harmonics. Eternal question to self…what empowers a community, what helps a culture harmonize and lift up?

ALPSP – Seed #3 – FIND MUTYA A sound collage of vocals and loops to convey the essence of forgiving my past in order to keep moving forward. Note: Trigger warning, there are sound samples of a gunshot, a guns trigger being pulled back, glass shattering and breaking, heavy metal slamming.

ALPSP, Seed # 2 FIND MUTYA traversing the rockies, on my way home. What I am making… –Still Image Collage– FINDMUTYA

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.

from my work as a cofacilitator … musing on this concept and its metaphors, responding to some call within me to redefine it. that a container does not restrain or restrict. The soil is the container life grows from

During my 4-month ultrasound, my doctor informed me that my baby seed girl was in prayer pose.

A visual poem inspired by Julie’s invitation to honour the broken.

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

The body as land.

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 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.

A response to what is a seed dialogue with Diane.

Image of a seed cycle of life.