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Please sign the link in their bio. Colonial Australia has totally ignored the value of swamp lands and are constantly draining them. They are rich diverse ecosystems birthing and feeding many. That’s #Ninderry in the background. Ancient Pangea then Gondwana land, Always #KabiKabicountry sacred land. Please help protect. Repost from: sunshinecoastenvirocouncil with make_repost
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🐟💧The Maroochy River floodplain within the dynamic Maroochy River catchment contains the diverse ecosystems of the majestic Maroochy River, creeks, estuaries, wetlands and saltmarsh. It provides habitat for a diverse range of animals including migratory birds and threatened species.
This ecologically significant coastal lowland contains significant vegetation communities which are Groundwater Dependent Ecosystems. These include the largest stand of Coastal Swamp Oak (Casuarina glauca) in Australia which has recently been listed as nationally endangered - Coastal Swamp Oak Forest of South-East Queensland and New South Wales; Subtropical and Temperate Coastal Saltmarsh community which is EPBC listed as critically endangered; and a threatened population of endangered water mouse (Xeromys myoides).
A 510 ha mixed-use urban development with a 'wave pool' (pitched as 'surf ranch sunshine coast' ) has been proposed by 'consolidatedpropertiesgroup
The proposed location for this intensive urban development sits within the Maroochy River floodplain and is subject to permanent flooding/standing water, mtidal inundation and acid sulphate soils.
This extremely flood-prone parcel is also in close proximity to the Yandina Creek Wetlands and the Coolum Creek Conservation Reserve and sits within the 'Blue Heart.'
This massive development poses significant risks and impacts on Maroochy River, the floodplain and wider catchment and must not happen.
Please help us to protect the Maroochy River floodplain by sharing this post 🙏
#protecthemaroochy
#surfranch
#kellyslatersurfranch
#conservation
#environment
#community
#sunshinecoast
#visitsunshinecoast
‘We the Ecosystem’ We are a convergence of life, a convergence of time, a sheaf of planes. WE. Dual handed finger painting and drawing, dual handed sensorimotor/somatic drawing, plant inks and pigments, petrified wood. Digitally collated like a tea leaf divination. Now I’m going camping for a very belated birthday adventure. Hugs love. #tasseography #sensorymotordrawing #wetheecosystem #convergence #mycelliumtime #somatic from previous post of image: Petrified wood, time filled both ways, sensorimotor dual handed drawing, plant inks and pigment finger painting. #sheafofplanes #paralleltime #petrifiedwood
#womenempoweringwomen I prefer to photograph plant beings, but I have a deadline so I’m procrastinatingish. I read on eleanoramiradaki’s post that this began in Turkey as a protest against the ongoing murder of women. Sadly too relevant here also. Our culture of inherited abuse and silence around violence. Our penal state. Colonialism. Toxic masculinity, hierarchical beliefs, racial violence, gendered expectations and a lack of support for all beings and entities involved in the complex repercussions of violence. I grew up with it, it still affects me every-day. But I STILL SEE IT EVERYWHERE. I call plants family now, but they experience it too. We need to address our inability to manage violence, intergenerational violence and cultural violence. We need some big learning on how to express this complex emotion without damaging everyone and everything, please, please, please can we? Thanks captainargente ❤️🙌💖 challenge blah blah. I nominate manyisalo bb_fuckacino prue_stevenson amelia__dowling judith.hamann sorry. But I know you’ll all have interesting things to say about violence. Hugs apologies. Xxxxxx oh and now I’m off to really do the stuff that I wasn’t doing. 💚
Today, a big deep alive place. Many places all at once. A long story. Right now, heavy rainfalls and weeds on spring water. But still so much to tell. #convergence #spring #river #moss #boulders #caves #sensoryplace #edge #manylevels #changingplace #talkingplace #gatheringofpatterns #deeptime #patterns #longtime #rainforest #subtropical Kabi Kabi Country
Inside outside, same place, the forest and land alive, moving, all the time changing. Patterns converge, conversations are had. Wind, rain, heat, earth, skin, breath, meet, affecting, releasing various microbes/chemical reactions, conversing, negotiating, triggering hormones and chemical responses. We are all talking with each other constantly, inter-exchanging. If we sit and listen, maybe, could we hear what’s here, and what is coming? #thereisnospacebetween #microbial #connection #livingmaps #convergence #patternsconverge #microbialcommunication #soothsaying #criticalmass #plantinks #spores #mushroominks #earthpigments #layeredconversations #thewind 🌬
Pond world you are so lovely. 💚
Frogs and birds sounds on. 🎼 Outside love for all inside people 🤔😷❤️
Haustoria, a convergence bouquet, 💛roadsider, paddock survivor, edge dweller, for me a liminal guide, medic for emotions and thoughts that struggle to be reached. The mostly misunderstood mistletoe, (not parasitic) this one is a conglomerate of two mistletoes, eucalyptus, and vine, a flock of foliage, a way finder, a renavigator of many parts home🤎A gift from my lover to my heart, it is also ink, medicine and an open palm. I will carve into a vessel for holding what mends. #plantinks #sensorimotordrawing #mistletoe #dynamicmapmaking #livinglandmarks #mending #australianmistletoe #Haustoria arise from the hyphae in fungi and from the roots or stems of parasitic plants (such as dodder and mistletoe). Or in this case #hemiparasitic maybe Air fungi?!
These papers have lain under plants around my studio for a few months. Hoping to capture understandings of whispers of wind currents, rain fronts, cold snaps, hot days, the places their patterns meet, change direction, collide. A guide to here. A guide to myself. A long time print, seasonal, celestial. My very slow photograph of being here with all who pass. #plantinks #slowpress #longexposure #beingwith #collaboration #slowphotograph #patterns #convergence #dynamicmaps #livingmaps #longecoprint Collaborators, while I lie with flare up. I work slowly most days, out of necessity, respect for my body’s limitations (um... sometimes)🙄
Held within the tender tendrils of an giant ancient fig, I felt like a little little little. And I’m quite big myself. 💚 Kabi Kabi Country.
An early record of Kabi Kabi names for Figtree, was kab'ura; bim'er; or killbou. As recorded by F J Watson in 1944. These may not be correct because of the incomplete understanding of the intricacy of Nations and language connections. And I need to check with local Elders. But as each nation had complex oral traditions with different languages this name would have changed depending who was speaking and of course, who’s country you were on. Along with the tree’s relationship with specific Country. An intricate and vast knowledge of the connections of all things particular to local ecosystems and people. Something white Australia could be learning from and revering. Otherwise known by its colonial name #moretonbayfig
Considering...murmurations, sentience, pattern convergence, wayfinding, being with, webs and layers, tenderness and the infrasonic. Dual handed sensory pencil drawing, bacterial inks, flocked 🖤 #sensorimotordrawing
Young forest on ancient ground? Most of these plants have been on this planet so much longer than us, they know things. Trees, 370 million years, Ferns, 350 million years, the formation of this piece of revered mountainous Earth, 220 million years. Modern Humans around 200,000 years. Got a problem, go talk to our vegetal elders. And don’t forget the subterranean sages, mushrooms and their lateral interconnectivity are about 800 million years old!!!! Breathe in deeply, listen to your vegetive elders and all cultures that develop plant knowledge through interwoven-reciprocation. It is at once deeply complex, and beautifully simple, uncanny, timeless knowledge. There are acts between plants and people that release chemicals, that affect our biospheres, our thoughts, our minds, our actions. I hope for a culture that invests more time listening to , acting with and protecting these ancients. 💚
Some housemates- tropical tawnys, banana love, nobody’s mascot, and ever present dinosaurs. #tawnyfrogmouth #bananaflower #kangaroo #brushturkey
My birth grounds, pineapple farm right next to straya zoo, before it was ginormous. So much to reconcile here. These three though, are often in my daydreams. #glasshousemountains #mtbeerwah #mtcoonowrin #mttibrogargan #kabikabicountry jinibaracountry
Tiny tiny dewdrops on 🕸/*\ 🕷 bridge
Not a romance. Not your paradise. #maroochyrises #maroochy #notaromance Kabi Kabi Country
Messy unraveling of things misplaced/hidden. (detail) #plantinks #bacterialinks #mineralinks #mushroominks #bodilyinks #earthpigments #bushfirecharcoal #sensorimotordrawing #somaticdrawing #beingwith #discomfortandgrowth #symbiocene
Our environmental/bio sound synthesiser, probably has snakes sleeping in it over winter. So now: ✨ snake snoring!!, your heart, the ground, the air, pond and mountain ⛰💚🌿🐍 #floatingland2019 rossannels #karlapringle
My body is a disorderly writer, but little words of love spoken with bodily marks, counselled by the ground beneath me. Kabi Kabi Country. 💚 Dual handed 🤲🏼 body sensory drawing. A little cup, a bodily gesture of care, hoping for it to spore. Bush fire charcoal, bacterial garden inks, dirt and puff ball mushroom ink, 🍄 (very sporey). ❤️ #mushroomink #plantink #bacterialink #ecoprint #drawing #coldpress #sensorimotordrawing #symbiocene #care #morecarelesscapitalism
#Repost quoartis ・・・In “Octopus BrainStorming” participants are instructed not to think about anything in particular but rather to feel their emotions and empathize with the emotions that are being expressed by their partner’s headpiece. Throughout the presentation, the participants’ brainwaves are run through a unique set of algorithms that translate the brainwaves into lights and sounds.
A participatory performance art installation by Victoria Vesna and Mark Cohen.
#quoartis #artandscience #artandtechnology
#ucla #artsci #science #neuroscience #brainactivity #electrodes #performance #lightshow #octupus #octopusbrainstorming #arteyciencia #arteytecnología #brainwaves
The good room.
Folding into nothing. There is a sound that comes with folding into nothing. I don’t know if it’s comparable to the sound of something small disappearing, maybe it’s like the sound of a vacuum swallowing? I don’t know, I can only say it sounds like folding myself into thin air.
I have a bodyguard, I’ve called him Kevin, like Kevin Costner from the movie, 'The Body Guard’. He’s a bit over protective.
He’s the one who folds me. He tries to keep me safe, and to be safe it is best to be invisible. So he crushes me into a small hole of nothing....I have to be careful what I say right now, I can feel him getting uneasy. He starts with my legs, he folds them up, then he’ll move onto my torso, turning everything inside out until it disappears. It’s painful, but he thinks it’s best for me.
He wants me to be allowed in the good room.
But it’s full of relics that love no one.
It’s cursed.
Do you know the room?
Or are you pressed into the corners of the ceilings?
Watching people going in and out.
All sorts of people with bodies, walking.
Some know it’s mean.
Some think it is THE room.
Most just want to redecorate/renovate this room.
But I will tell you.
This room will take your body and eventually
You’ll be stuck.
Stay out of this room
Take down this room
End this room
Fall
To
The
Ground
Relieved
Free
If you leave can I come too?
#Repost coz I can’t move, I wake up choking, my legs don’t work, my body shuts down, because the same violence that broke me open years ago, is still alive here now. The disembodied colonial culture is killing us all- for the sake of some hierarchical capitalist godly ideology somewhere? STOP NOW. Listen to the people of this Country, listen to Country. Be here now. Be with this place under your feet. The power of this Country and the ceremonies that still live in this land are so powerful that even under 15m of concrete you’ll hear, if you listen. Have a relationship with Country. Ask it where it hurts. You are a part of this place and you can’t ignore that. This place, you belong to. Love it, protect it, you aren’t powerless. Have a relationship with the place under your feet. As hard as that might be- try, whatever that brings up, it will also give you the tools to heal. I was once told, ‘where grows what kills, also grows what cures’, and I’ve found it to be true. Try. ・・・
My grandmother spent her childhood at Brooloo, nearby is a giant bluff of ancient rock, strangely from the same geological family of scattered mountains that I live at now.
These mountains once faced Antarctica as part of Gondwana land. They have twisted and turned for over 200 million years.
I came to know this bluff when I was beginning to piece together some ancestral patterns. I was trying to understand my c-ptsd and the numbness in my body.
I’ve come to believe some of the numbness stems from an inherited, general culture of colonial abuse, disembodiment, disconnection and disassociation with place.
First Australian People’s original and unwavering connection with Country was ignored so land could be claimed as terra nullius and stolen without righteous or godly remorse. (Guilt)
The insistence that we are somehow separate from place is nonsensical and inaccurate. We are a composite of human DNA and interchanging micro bacteria, which inhabits not only bodies, but also our environment.
Country is people and people are Country. We need to understand and feel this for coming generations.
I’d so much rather live in a #symbiocene than die in an #anthropocene
#kabikabicountry ❤️
Struggling to create a speculative place of being:
I visit a speculative forest
No one owns it or me.
We speak infrasonic
and the transformative fungal fruits of
our motioning
river into an underworld.
When I forget myself,
And pain, pain, pain, pins me down.
I hear it whisper, ‘you are
master of your own tools’
Lain on it's ground, we breathe
In union
Until I remember. [_____________________]
I hope one day our breath
Will be so rich
It’ll descend,
waking misty ghost rivers,
Flooding everything
everywhere
with belonging.
And we’ll remember why
we were told to forget,
our bodies,
separated
owned
I visit a speculative forest
No one owns it or me
#speculativefiction #speculativeplaces #speculativeforest #symbiocene
Record of a time, my mother tongue, on his masters voice. Green eye shadow, vintage glitter, pine plantation, sensorimotor drawing. #recordsofatime #greeneyeshadow #sensorimotordrawing #hismastersvoice #mothertongue
Backyard colours of fruiting lichen and fungi, except for the last one, it’s from coastal heath but I had to add it because purple!
Bonyee ( #bunya ) sacred tree, Kabi Kabi Country. Home to many, feeding many, holding the ground, the ground holding us all. 💚💚💚
Green eyeshadow, Forest
Retracing, invisibiles, both hands, trying to change patterns, autopilots, to be with what is slow and constant. I think a lot about layers as I work with materials/medicine from places I visit. Working actively to re-pair my body with this land. Reconcile so many things. Too many things. I work daily with elements, soil, water, plants, wind born pollens, fungi, droppings, what ever comes my way, talks to me. My body is tangled in itself and slow. So I move like a rock, taking time, more time, seeing slow things, small things, layers, tracks, rituals, stories.
Their movement is embedded in the landscape. I think about attempts at their erasure. And how these attempts have sometimes made the places stronger. (Not always, and I wish this wasn’t true) Covering indigenous ways, marks and knowledge to remove it, but inadvertently indenting it, invisibly like code. Like intaglio, they remain, a feeling, desire lines, the obvious way, paths taken by animals through landscapes, winds and their shaping of place, water and it’s course, carving, waterfalls that sing, the way of place. My slow damaged rock body, listening and observing. I didn’t like this at first, my slowness, but now I feel like it‘s been lucky. Damage from my kin, colonial ghosts, eating their own violence, giving me a way to see things they tried to destroy. Like a rock, everything in slow motion. Country is people and people are Country, the ancestors of the First People’s of this Country are literally the ground you stand on, listen to them, respect the wisdom of this place, let it teach you, how to be with Country. Let it teach you how to live and to love despite all the crap. #alwayswasalwayswillbeaboriginalland 🖤💛❤️ #symbiocene
There was this image of a sovereign head that appeared over the leaves in the pink blood of the bodies of crushed cochineal. I moved it around the room, like an intrusive flashback, trying to find a way not to see it. But I cried, I’d lain my body with these leaves, and there was this divined head in blood ink. Plain to me as day. I drew flowers from burnt trees over it’s dead bodies. I hated us even more then. Then I realised it was just a head without a body. Disembodied, and I could see all the dead women in my family. I washed it. The bodiless head disappeared and I took pigment from this ground here and with both hands together, in union, I wrote, WE. I hope that this is good magic. But like all apparitions it’s unphotographable. #symbioscene #listening
Australian mistletoe, grape skins, charcoal from bushfire Country, ghost of mulberry bark paper. Things that hold, in-betweenness, joiners, liminal actions, thresholds, change. I hope 🖤
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