growth

10 minute free write (with a little post-time editing); prompt- growth; Feb 12, 2016;

When I was a child, I fell a lot. Everyone told me it was from growing so fast; I was the tallest person in my class and my knees and palms were perpetually torn to shreds. Eventually I stopped falling so much but I still walk into things because I misjudge either the size of the doorway or the width of my shoulders. I am forever underestimating my weight in the world, always bumbling around the space I take up.

I’ve been sad a lot since I was little, too. Maybe one day my brain will catch up to how my heart has grown, but for now, I misjudge the height of every fall and the softness of my own heart.

One day I’ll stop underestimating my weight in the world, and stop apologising for the space I take up in it.

Witch Woman

Anoint yourself daily.

Draw strength from sun and stars,

draw strength from soil.

Cover every surface with prayers and blessings.

Draw strength. From sun and stars
learn mantras to ward off maljoe and badmind;
cover every surface. With prayers and blessings
craft potions for serenity.

Learn mantras.

Listen for the earth’s lessons,
craft potions for serenity,
give thanks.

Listen first.

Anoint yourself daily
give thanks always
speak love into the world

Today was a good day, but…

I have not quite burned down this house
let’s call it a coat that I have hung up in the summer months
a house feels too large
and too final a thing
and I fear that winter will find mind me
and I will be all to ready to drape myself in old sorrows.

Day 2- Write a poem that addresses at least one other poem and/or poet by name. You might imitate, parody, disagree with, champion, or generally respond to the other poem and poet.

I chose A Good Day  by Kait Rokowski

Showing|Learning

For one of my classes in my first semester of college, my final project was to create an installation demonstrating how I learned in the class. Throughout the semester I was perpetually frustrated with the course. It was based in art history, but the art we looked at and the conversations we had remained centred around whiteness. That is a story for another post though. The installation had to include an image of ourselves as learners, objects, and a quote. I have compiled some photographs of this final project, my statement, and audio from my final presentation.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through
myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.
      
Byron Katie

In
Psychology, there are two techniques that are recommended to help in learning
and memory: elaboration and self-reference. With elaboration, the learner makes
multiple connections to a stimulus. With self-reference, the learner makes
these connections to their own experiences. My time in How Do I Look highlighted through absence how difficult it is for
me to learn if I cannot elaborate and self-reference. One of our stimuli, the
Womanhouse project, was a feminist art project focused on womanhood; but the white,
suburban womanhood it portrayed was not something that resonated with me. The
layers of my experience as a Black, Caribbean woman from a working class
background made it difficult for me to connect with their narrative. One of the
class’s texts, the introductory chapter of Practices
of Looking,
also discussed the value of self-reference, though it presented
it in a different way. That initial
chapter introduced the idea of ideologies as the beliefs and values that inform
how an individual interprets the world. The ideas self-reference and ideologies
as integral to learning and understanding stuck with me, and became the basis
of my image of myself as a learner.
My
piece, Iris, highlights these aspects
of my learning process in two ways: the layers and the lens. Iris is made up of
two parts to resemble an eye. The first is the iris, which is made of strips of
my written assignments. The strips overlap, but the overall shape is confined
within a concentric border. This represents elaboration the way every new
assignment would build upon existing knowledge and understanding of what I
knew.  The layers create a wide aperture,
the centre of which is a black velvet circle, representing the way I absorb new
knowledge. The entire image of the eye communicates the idea of learning and
ideologies creating a lens.
The objects I
chose tie my image and my in-class learning together again. I chose my
annotated printout of the first chapter of Practices
of Looking
and my reading glasses. My copy of Practices is heavily annotated, often with notes that reference my
experiences and perspectives. My glasses–which I only use when I work– echo the
central theme of looking through a lens.
 



lessons i have yet to learn

(22 July 2014)


Things that start with
“maybe if I”
and end with
“then I will feel better’
rarely ever work.
Happiness will not come from someone else’s touch
there is nothing and noone
you can put in your mouth
or on your body
that can bring you joy.