Pt.2. Emblematic Wisdom | Kin, flow and gender
The art of noticing. The art of weaving our senses and imaginations into life. The art of being spirited away by the world. The art of being enlivened and entangled.
For a while, I’ve been wanting to push my writing through different creative mediums to see how it changes how I relate to the content and subject matter. This post contains my first experiment with this, as I play with painting and poetry – the former being an old medium for me, though one I haven’t touched in over a decade and am happy to return to, and the latter being a completely new medium. Read part one here.
Their edges are fickle, deceitful even
Their textures and colours fold into each other
Entangling in an eternal dance of converging, colliding, combining.
They are kin since time immemorial
Here since our world came into being
What was before, we know only through our cosmologies.
These beings are ancient
But arguably also nascent in their slippery forms
An allegory for time and life itself, always becoming, never became.
Like them, we are elemental
Our granularity dissolving and shifting compositions
Always becoming, never became, emerging in entirely relational ways.
Don’t worry, I’m not giving up the day job, and I’ve never really connected to the medium of poetry before. But here we are.