Hello ###, Throughout this week, I've been thinking about ecologies quite a bit: ecologies on the brink of destruction, ecologies that are already gone, growing ecologies and ecologies which remain unknown. 'Ecology' is a word that usually assumes the color green. I think of it as a lush space, the warm smell of soil. When I think of ecology, I think of my house in Florida. I think of the iguanas who come to lounge in our backyard, shit too close to the pool, chew on anything that blooms in our backyard garden, and I think of our home on the other side of the glass sliding door. I think of the rigid climate-controlled environment we spend so much time inside, as if our bodies were as fragile as medieval manuscripts (76 degrees on the air conditioner). I think of summers spent inside of our house-turned-bunker as hurricanes raged on the other side of our front door, listening to the radio and playing checkers under flashlight when the power cut out.
002. Eco-Reliquary
002. Eco-Reliquary
002. Eco-Reliquary
Hello ###, Throughout this week, I've been thinking about ecologies quite a bit: ecologies on the brink of destruction, ecologies that are already gone, growing ecologies and ecologies which remain unknown. 'Ecology' is a word that usually assumes the color green. I think of it as a lush space, the warm smell of soil. When I think of ecology, I think of my house in Florida. I think of the iguanas who come to lounge in our backyard, shit too close to the pool, chew on anything that blooms in our backyard garden, and I think of our home on the other side of the glass sliding door. I think of the rigid climate-controlled environment we spend so much time inside, as if our bodies were as fragile as medieval manuscripts (76 degrees on the air conditioner). I think of summers spent inside of our house-turned-bunker as hurricanes raged on the other side of our front door, listening to the radio and playing checkers under flashlight when the power cut out.