This is a song that found its way to me as I was attempting to create a libation ceremony for my Ancestors lost on the journey from St. Vincent to Balliceaux and from Balliceaux to Roatan.

Excerpt from solo performance I created with ALP sourced material and resilience.

Whether it’s a missing Indigenous woman, a 2-Spirit, a trans person, a Palestinian baby buried alive, or a loved one, this song is to help you grieve and heal.

Kim and Larissa discuss collaborating

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.

A Libation in Exile for my Ancestors lost but not lost in the ether of rememory.

Zainab and Larissa share some ideas.

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

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. 

If we only ever collaborate in english, what meanings will be unavailable to us?

Response to “What is a Seed?”

How can I move my body, as if I am moving my ancestors’ body? How can I then search for pleasure and joy in my body for all of us? How can I commit to carving out space for joy in this physical realm and their spiritual realm? 

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

Created during the Arrivals’ Seedpool; Moving Together Arriving Together residency at Prismatic Arts Festival 2023 in Kjipuktuk/Halifax. Inspired by Anju’s sewing machine…

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

a reminder: a divine ally, an oracle, arrives to support, in protecting my joy we were never meant to do it on our own

Urban Libation; A Song in Stills You had to be there to hear it.

Time for confession

a spontaneous dance, a moment calls, the answer unknown, there is always a risk & even greater potential for something vibrant to be gifted in return for one’s courage

A spontaneous expression of a song my grandmother could have taught me… To hear it, you had to be there.