Clouds, music and colourful plants

(CW: bullying, death threats)

After my meeting with Sarah last week, I decided to start taking photos of clouds as a playful thing to do. That same day, I dug out my point and shoot film camera (Olympus mju2) and finished the b&w roll that was inside (Tmax 100). I developed the roll at Graination (a film lab in Tkaronto) but still have to scan it. I also re-loaded with a Portra 400 roll that is supposed to give off some soft colours. I decided to continue my Gallery 44 membership (artist-run film lab) and signed up for their orientations. I’m going to continue to try to make community despite the hardships and traumas I’ve faced.

I’ve experienced what seems like countless exclusions and forms of bullying while in artist collectives and communities. While I won’t go into it all today, something(s) happened in the past few months where a mentally unstable colleague told me to kill myself. It was at an organization I began volunteering at and because I felt unsafe, I stopped volunteering. Because of transitions already happening within the organization, what happened to me was waylaid to the side and forgotten. This happened at an organization that had social innovation as its mandate but I was left feeling worthless, unseen and unappreciated. I’ve had to pick myself up since experiencing that. Needless to say I feel exhausted and even participating in art community carries some risk for me.

I’ve been having a lot of up and downs the past 2 weeks. Last week, I went to a concert where I experienced the most happiness that I’d had in the past few years. It was an amazing experience but afterwards, I proceeded to have a terrible happiness hangover that lasted for more than a week.

Without anyone to talk to about what I was experiencing, I started going to the waterfront to watch the waves and skies. The clouds move at a monumentally slow pace and the hundreds of thousands of waves in the lake flow and break infinitely. I watched seabirds and geese fly, hunt, chase and migrate for winter. A flock of geese flew metres from my head and they were so close, I could see their bellies breathing and struggling to keep themselves afloat in the air. It can’t be easy being a goose, needing to migrate every year. I also wonder if flying is actually a really physically strenuous activity for birds despite it looking effortless… I felt more at peace seeing all these things/beings going at their own rhythm, making decisions moment to moment, living without any concern towards to the humans around them, but never questioning their belonging or place in the world.

There are four photos I’ve taken with my smartphone. Two are of the beautiful blue sky and clouds. Clouds filter the sun’s harshness and cast shade and beauty.

The poster saying “You will not let this break you” was when I walked to Graination on the edge of Chinatown. It was when I was having a particularly hard day.

The lavender and pink coloured puffs of flowers on the bushes were at the Music Garden near the Harbourfront. At one of the hills, there is a path lined with flowers and bushes and that spirals to a point at the top. At the top, there’s a sculptural installation. Walking the spiral is meditative – it kind of reminded me of how silly and futile things can be. And the opposite – useful, beautiful, funny.