Photo taken by Christophe Ena, The Associated Press, 2026 I had an unexpected encounter recently—one that moved me in ways I didn’t anticipate. I was oblivious to the Winter Olympics in Italy; even the opening ceremonies escaped my notice. News snippets I did see focused mainly on controversy—ICE, athletes speaking out against fascism, the United States, and Israel—yet, overall, there was a strange silence. As someone who doesn’t follow sports, much of this escaped my attenti

With Teethe Research for All About Curating "Creative Synergies" Program There is a particular vulnerability in entering a new professional space when you are unsure whether your body—and brain—can sustain it. When I began " Creative Synergies ", an online membership program as part of the All About Curating , I hesitated. The structure required long hours online: meetings, discussions, computer work, and sustained focus. For many, this is standard. For me, it is an energeti

Wild Daffodil in Tiergarten, Berlin There’s been a lot of talk lately about February 17th. Astrologers call it a threshold. NEW MOON “Ring of Fire” SOLAR ECLIPSE in AQUARIUS + Lunar New Year of the FIRE HORSE The Lunar New Year, which for many marks the real beginning. Maybe that’s why so many people weren’t fully invested on January 1st this year. The ritual of resolutions felt… thin. Futile. Almost naive. How do you make promises to yourself in a time that feels like colle

my bed I know it’s been a while since I wrote. It took more than a minute to come back from Ireland — from our Queer Disabled Visions residency at Live Art Ireland. It took a long time to recover. Then the holidays came, and back to weekly therapy, which makes me unwell. And with them, the news. So much news. Especially for those of us who are tuned in — tuned in through social media, through friends, through our empathic bodies, through the ancestors, through the land, throu

Self Portrait at Live Art Ireland The title of this program, organized by Live Art Ireland — “Cultivating Queer Disabled Visions” —suggests a space where disabled and queer people can imagine otherwise, together. A space where we might rest, dream, and experiment with new ways of being in relation to land, to each other, and to our own bodies. But cultivating vision, especially for disabled and chronically ill people, is not just about inspiration. It’s about infrastructure.

"Cultivating Queer Disabled Visions" Live Art Ireland I just finished a month-long residency at Live Art Ireland , part of a program titled “Cultivating Queer Disabled Visions.” The description sounded like the kind of program I’ve been searching for as an Indigenous, queer, disabled artist: A mentored residency where queer, disabled visions would be “cultivated” through environmental storytelling and embodied practice. A space where we would “discover pathways to resilience

Monte Cofano, Sicily I remember it first as a feeling: falling into a deep hole. Not a clean, empty drop, but a tunnel of rock, closing in on all sides. My body ricocheted off the sharp, uneven walls like a pinball, slammed downward by a gravity that felt merciless and precise. Every part of me was getting beaten—inside and out. The strange thing was, I wasn’t entirely  in  pain. I couldn’t inhabit it, couldn’t name it correctly. But I could see it in the damage done to my bo

Resting with my Roommate at Live Art Ireland I’ve just arrived at an artist residency in rural Ireland at the Milford House. We are a group of artists participating in the workshop Cultivating Queer Disabled Visions , hosted by Live Arts Ireland. The residency takes place in a historic manor surrounded by vast land and quiet skies — the kind of place imagined for reflection, for art-making, for the romantic ideal of creative expansion. The artist residency model promises spac

I am moving again. Movers are late, boxes are everywhere, and what feels like a simple logistical shift turns out to be a larger, unresolved story. I’m getting evicted — this time from my art studio. I have a studio apartment, already overflowing with the necessities of daily life, and for comfort and recovery. Now I’m expected to compress an entire art practice into this already-full space. How do you continue to make work when the space to make it disappears? Since my traum

On Crip Technique, Knowledge and Expertise, Berlin I want contemporary art to address hard things—especially when it claims to create space for marginalized people. Within the arts, programming for so-called “underrepresented communities” is often framed as an act of visibility and community-building. Yet I find myself asking: why do I still feel so detached, so invisible? Recently, in Berlin, I’ve attended several cultural events, including a symposium focused on disability

9 Years Ago in front of my studio in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Photo taken by Jason Wheeler. This week, I wasn't planning to write another blog post for my weekly assignment. I had given myself a different task — to research the intersections of disability and contemporary art, both within the city of Berlin and the broader art world. But then life, or rather my brain, decided otherwise. For the first time since my accident more than four years ago, I had what I can only describe a

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