Starting from the top, Le Destin includes :

  • forest huba mushroom
  • the moon entity (inside a tea glass holder that Radek gave me) is made by Zim Kids with my added heart necklace + fish 
  • the red lipped Viking goddess made by Zim Kids with added “explosive device” + tiny perfume
  • Le Destin cover from a cassette given to me by a griot in Guinea/Conakry
  • resting Turtle Belly creature (dog toy) wearing a fish teeth mask holds up frames found on a road
  • kaijyu Orange Monster next to pomegranate with a Chinese cup (with holy water) given to me by a 102 yrs old sculptor in Shanghai
  • rocks from trails in Arizona and volcanic rocks from Iceland
  • Plastic necklace, found bones (deer,) New Orleans gold flower, dry amaryllis, sign warning against ticks
  • collected business cards of people and places of interest
  • explore more images of  Le Destin

The last several days lacked sleep and time since my Dad tested covid positive.

As illustrated above, it seems that I ended up with an assemblage of objects in a sort of an altar that conveys my spirit world. There was no attempt to do so. I intuitively collected what was related to my thesis state.

I return to the fantastic quote from Agua Vida by Clarice Lispector:

Forever dreaming cave with its fogs, memory or longing? eerie, eerie, esoteric, greenish with the slime of time.

Inside the dark cave glimmer the hanging rats with the cruciform wings of bats. I see downy and black spiders.

Mice and rats run frightened along the ground and up the walls. Between the rocks the scorpion.

Crabs, just like themselves since prehistory, through deaths and births, would look like threatening beasts

if they were the size of a man. Old cockroaches crawl in the murky light. And all of this is me.

All is weighted with sleep when I paint a cave or write to you about it-from outside it comes the clatter of dozens of wild

horses stamping with dry hoofs the darkness, and from the friction of the hoofs the rejoicing is freed in sparks: here I am,

I and the cave, in the very time that will rot us.

In terms of “experiments,” I continued my obsessive observations of eco-infrastructures, noting places/arrangements of objects/land where animistic tendencies are felt. 

I am adding these images to my board.

There is constant drama in nature. Trees come together in embraces. Vines wrap the trees, block the sun and bring trees down. Mysterious mounds, large and small. A tree burl is stolen from its body, sawn-off (apparently people sell them.) Water carries things. Rocks travel around, visiting each other. These movements link to the migration of various species (birds and humans alike.) Those forced to migrate face unnatural borders that animistic forces can transcend. The solution via technology is a positive absence that I witness among some of my friends whom I call cyborgian immigrants, virtually existing in Iraq while their bodies live in Brooklyn. This week’s goal is to create a list of potential projects to narrow down these ideas that address animism and migration.