Artistic Political Activism

Backbone Campaign Localize This Action Camp 2013
Backbone Campaign Localize This Action Camp 2013

We want to take this opportunity to acknowledge our incredible collaborators Debbie, Daniel, Megan, Amanda, Horizon, Mary, Katie, Bob, and others who achieved the nearly impossible this month. (And Bill wants to acknowledge Eric Ross for his incredible leadership on this!)

Despite daunting logistical hurdles and less than 3 days lead time, these people boldly executed 6 simultaneous solidarity guerrilla light projection actions in 6 cities on behalf of UltraViolet. These solidarity actions called attention to the prevalence of sexual assault, a culture that trivializes sexual violence, and the importance of believing and honoring the survivors. The rapid deployment and tactical skills of this team is an astounding example of the growing capacity and potential of our network of tacticians and Solidarity Brigades. (See more below.)

If you share our pride in the work of these grassroots change-agents and want to join or support our Solidarity Brigade network then click HERE to volunteer!

“Don’t Duck Democracy!” Join Backbone in Washington, DC for another FlushTheTPP multi-day training and series of actions organized with Popular Resistance November 12-17. CLICK HERE TO REGISTER. If you want to be part of the Backbone imagery and action team in DC or help Peter and Bill prepare beforehand, please email Bill. After 4 years of work to Flush the TPP, with major efforts to train teams and execute actions at negotiations in Virginia and Utah and now our THIRD set of actions in DC – we hope to once and for all Flush the TPP into the sewer of defeated folly.

It’s because of amazing volunteers and supporters like you that social movements for equity, justice, and environmental well being are growing more powerful and vibrant. This work makes a difference! We heard from many survivors who participated in the UltraViolet actions and those who witnessed them how heartened and emboldened they were by the very public displays of solidarity.
Thank you again for being part of Team Backbone.

In Solidarity, Gratitude and Collaboration,

Activists who oppose Royal Dutch Shell's plans to drill for oil in the Arctic Ocean prepare their kayaks for the "Paddle in Seattle" protest on Saturday, May 16, 2015, in Seattle. The protesters gathered at a West Seattle park and then joined hundreds of others in Elliott Bay, next to the Port of Seattle Terminal 5, where Shell's Polar Pioneer drilling rig is docked. (Daniella Beccaria/seattlepi.com via AP) MAGS OUT; NO SALES; SEATTLE TIMES OUT; TV OUT; MANDATORY CREDIT
Activists who oppose Royal Dutch Shell’s plans to drill for oil in the Arctic Ocean prepare their kayaks for the “Paddle in Seattle” protest on Saturday, May 16, 2015, in Seattle. The protesters gathered at a West Seattle park and then joined hundreds of others in Elliott Bay, next to the Port of Seattle Terminal 5, where Shell’s Polar Pioneer drilling rig is docked. (Daniella Beccaria/seattlepi.com via AP) MAGS OUT; NO SALES; SEATTLE TIMES OUT; TV OUT; MANDATORY CREDIT

 

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The Bird and The Bunny

Best friends.  The bunny watches the bird fly around and the bird watches the bunny eat her bird seed.  As soon as the bunny  wakes up, she hops directly to the bird seed bowl and drags it backwards from the parakeet. Eats till she’s happy then hops around the room like she’s on cat nip. Play music and the bird sings. I’m trying to crochet another piece and this little bunny is all over my hands watching me. So I set the project down and began typing.

She followed me and jumped all over the key board.  It’s sort of like having a kitten but ten times cuter. Have to baby proof stuff, keep her away from wires, my coffee, ahem.  When she wants attention, she gets it. Humbled by the way she does this all without a sound. She is teaching me telepathy. Organized 6 bags of wool and some acrylic yarn. There is an old tale on power storage. Witches and Sailors go way back.  They are called knotted cords. During windy days like today witches would knit or crochet or tie simple knots from any sort of cord. The winds would calm as the cords were knotted.  When sailors would pull into a harbor they would find the witches and purchase the cords to take back out to sea.  When caught in dead air, they would begin to slowly untie the cords and voila, 5 knots of wind, or 10 or 20.

Set the bunny back in her cage and now its back to crocheting. This project will be a shoulder wrap just for me, not for sale. And yes, the winds are calming. Wonderful therapy. Read recently that listening to Enya can lower stress levels by 65%.

 

Queen of the Fairies.

 

She used to be a care taker up the the hotsprings.  She’d go up and stay for months alone, well she had her little aussie, Tara.  There was one year several of us moved her in for her seasonal shift.  It was an incredible adventure.  That was where she thrived, she knew that ancient forest like the back of her hand.

Getting up there was wild, the river crossing was insane.  There was no bridge back then, just a log jam.  She and Tara  went ahead of me, I watched her like a  little fairy sprite, dance and jump over the river and then she was gone into the forest.  I followed at a much slower pace, thinking No WAY. Had her laptop on my chest and her cat inside my backpack. My first time and I lost her.

There was a huge storm and all these ancient trees came down, criss crossed over eachother.  They made this skyway 20-40 feet above the forest floor.  That’s where I last saw her, investigating, she said the trail was gone. When she disappeared my mouth dropped. All I could think was, she left me.  So I sat down, lit my little candle and let her cat out of the bag and we waited, if she wanted her cat she would be back.  It didn’t take long, 20 minutes and she laughed.

Everyone left and it was just us and Tara and we went up to the cave. It was pure ancient forest energy.  Surprised her with some blue ringers and we stopped talking after that.  We spun into the depths of our own little worlds.  We kept changing pools and drifting off or one of us would start a chant and the other would answer.  It was like that for 8 or 9 hours and then Tara rang the alarm.  Men on the trail, drunk men.

Without a word or a sound we were out and dressed. She was about to take off on me again in pitch blackness.  I was struggling with my mag lite and dropped it, broke the bulb.  She was getting pist.  I was like, there’s a spare in its heel, just give me a second, I can do it blind. And I did. Passed her the light and 1,2,3 we disappeared off the trail and back to the safety of the caretakers cabin. We woke to a hummingbird flying around.  She had her own little hummingbird that followed her through the forest.  She saved it when it was a baby and it came to visit her every year.

She would walk through the forest and name every plant.  How to pull a nettle leaf roll it up and eat it like a vitamin.  She finally led forest classes and I even sent my daughter who brought back the most beautiful journal, with pressed flowers and drawings and poems.

 

korina and (erin- the queen of the fucking everything.)

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Fuck Cancer.  FUCK Cancer. FUCK YOU CANCER!

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She’s still with us. The chemo shrank the tumor. She’s eating again.

Please pray for her, for us, for our community. For all the love she has given us.