The sketchbooks are overflowing. The delusional musings changing shape in sense-making spaces. Visual translations of energy and complex relational threads forming portals into deep inquiry where Indigenous design, philosophy, and knowing intersect and take on surprising forms. This studio download is more of an offering and unloading as i sit and catch my breath, slumped behind the door in here, dropping the mixed learnings coming from lots of angles in the hope that it keeps building the maps to find the way out of the stuck-ness that seems to keep coming seeping up through the floor.Â
There’s been so much design thinking and application moving through me lately, I can feel the edges of my ability being tested, daily. I keep asking myself if the story will hold here? Is it too heavy for this thread? Will this attempt at making space work? Will all the energy I’m seeing out there make its way back to the page? Will it shift something in someone, open a new way of seeing how to centre Indigenous knowledge, how to be in embassy, how to come into relation the right way? It’s been hard. Beautifully, brutally hard. Every ounce of communication, leadership, mentoring, kindness, hope and love in me has been pulled out and mashed together to get these weaves woven but it looks like it's working so far... big smiles, more love, more care, more good stories.
Art keeps showing me the way and I'm learning the good stories will keep coming when I stay in right relation, in dialogue with rivers, oceans, trees, and uncles and aunties like Uncle Noel and Aunty Trish to see the patterns of this knowledge rising again.
Knowledge on how to…
Wait...
Grow food...
Clean water...
Care for the forests..
Build trust...
Let peace in...
Relate...
All of it and much more embedded in a living network of relations.
There is a failure landscape out there in our systems, in our organsiations designed by humans in isolation, in finance, housing, food, health, plus, plus, plus... and it's ready to be composted now, to be processed and make the decisions on what nutrients to pull and transfer from it to flip the heavy narrative pressing down on us.
I always spin out of these spaces with some hope, I was reminded recently that theres not alot that we can't do. If our ancestors lifted together and separated the earth from the sky (and they did), then we can do this. We are doing this.
The IMAGI-NATION switch turned all the way up, hope is out there, always was and always will be. I'm ready again to strap in and sit on the edge of understanding, looking out at the in-between spaces, at ceremony, at moments of silence and all the noise under the water and in the stars and I hope to see you there somewhere soon,
Lots of love, your imagination guide x
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