Category: Liberation

Decolonize Death

We embody the ironic conflict of acting out a fear of death by bringing ourselves and others dangerously close to it. What if we took a collective pause, stepped back to assess what we are raging against. Is it death? Is it life? Is it ourselves?  Maybe if we begin to demystify death, unlearn the fears taught by our oppressors, tap into the ancestral wisdom flowing in our blood, then we can begin to heal some of this conflict. We can begin to step through fear, closer to love and liberation and living fully.

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Oct 30- Sacred Jayuya and Sacrilege

Not knowing, not honoring our history is hella dangerous territory.  It leaves us celebrating the heroes and tenets of our colonizers, while stomping on the graves of our own.  It is not dollars we are needing, but dignity.

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Repatriation Rant

We the colonized work to decolonize ourselves, then turn on one another from wounds too vulnerable, too raw to bear.  We lash out at one another.  The enemy is too far, too inaccessible.  We realize.  In shame, we retreat. 

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Repatriate your body

My broken body colonized Was the space of incubation In which I myself Had to craft and manifest their liberation Through it I could envision doing the same for myself

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Our Brief Wondrous Capacity for Compassion

I know emotional labor. Though we perfect it, it is not a trait exclusive to women, nor do all women possess the capacity for it. I watched my brother die from fucking emotional labor! I have watched men mother more effectively than some women. If we are to eradicate patriarchy, we must stop appropriating and wielding patriarchal weapons in our fight.

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The Colony is Dead

The colony was formerly on life support with enough real estate, restaurants, casinos and electric lights to mask its reality. It was kept breathing by a machine so that when the lights went out, it would signal the end.  The lights have been out for 7 months.

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Maria: Photos from home

Most moments of my day I’m trying to figure out a plan to acquire my own piece of land, to make my lifestyle completely sustainable, to embody the liberation that I strive to practice daily until we can acquire it fully.  But sometimes the spirit needs to stop and look at the photos. Honor the moments, the memories, the lessons.

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Right on for the Darkness

The art of darkness is the spreading of invincibility like smoke rising from el fogón. In essence, like celestial bodies in outer space, darkness cultivates visibility, which would make it not a tool of, but a weapon against colonialism.

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Death by Colonialism

"...you be colonial man You done be slave man before They done release you now But you never release yourself" -lyrics from "Colonial Mentality" by Nigerian musician Fela Anikulapo Kuti My people are yet to be released. We are three times colonized: by Spain, by the United States and by our own selves. Colonialism is... Continue Reading →

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Diasporic Homesick

It happens at random, unexpected, un-welcomed times. It happens with flashes of images, of sites, of memories imprinted in your mind. Flash of a desolate Atlantic Avenue heading into Jamaica, Queens. Flash of bunnies hopping over ancestral graves in Cypress Hills cemetery where Schomburg, Houdini and your whole departed family are buried. Flash of the... Continue Reading →

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Let There Be Light!

I took a break from this blog… because deadlines happen; because other projects happen; because life happens; because sometimes you lose light and water.  Here, we have an agreement. All work/ art/ architecture related deadlines coming through this home/ office/ studio space are to be completed the day before or earlier.  We must allow at... Continue Reading →

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