Dear Internet, You're Dumped

Hello Internet,

Ever since we've met, we've spent so much time together. Now you're ruining my life. I can't wake up without you in my face telling me stuff about the world. Sometimes I just don't wanna know.

So, I'm really sorry but we have to go our separate ways. Maybe we can stay friends and meet for coffee sometime. It depends if I find out you've been seeing someone else.

Now, I have to get on with my life. I haven't played the piano or read a book, or even dusted or hoovered since I can remember. It's all been about you.

Hugs,

E. Arth

Nativity Part II: The Tattooed Lady

Our emergence from the womb signifies the epic awakening of our most primal sense - the visual. Tattooing, sometimes provocatively, often beautifully, embroiders our visual history, tracing the lineage of our ancestors and, since the first known art work, contributes to the description of our shape-shifting perception of beauty and ritual. 

Since the colourless nothing of mythical lands that 
Time forgot, civilisations have used their skin as
canvas...embellishing and adorning with prolific
surroundings - berries, beetle shells or different forms, 
shades and textures of earth and clay. Today, the art of 
tattooing remains a prominent artistic discipline in which 
that sacred and colourful legacy continues to flourish. 



  In the second installment of the Nativity series, which attempts to distill contemporary sense of the word "native", tattoo artist Clare Lupino invites us to understand how her dermal illustrations, commissioned for aesthetic purposes - including sensitive post-medical procedures - embroider and contribute to her relationship with her sense of nativity and place in the natural world.

"tattoos are totums, symbols, representations and metaphors that can mark phases, and phrases, of our lives"

Clare Lupino

Tell us where you live.

I live and work in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire (UK) in a creative, spiritually-oriented community.

When you were younger, how much time 
did you spend outdoors?

I lived with my nana for some 
of my childhood. She was a 
very insightful woman who 
grew her own vegetables and 
looked to nature for healing 
remedies. She encouraged my 
creativity by immersing me in 
the natural world. I would
while away hours counting the rings of a fallen tree, or making seed pies for the birds, 
gathering pine cones and observe how they opened and closed, according to the weather. I even  rescued worms from busy roads, returning them back to the soil! Some of this has continued into my adult life. As an older child, I would play a lot outdoors, building dens
and jumping across streams.

Have you, or would like the chance to, grow your own vegetables, forage or hunt for game?

   I think I could survive in Armageddon - I know how to make a shift and connect with what is essential. I do love the excitement of cities and need that injection regularly as a barometer of social human development, to feel relevant with writing and art, but I flirt with my feral self. I love to read about keeping hens and allotment digging. Right now, it's a different world for me as a busy mother - there are only so many hours in a day! My current focus is my business so I can be financially independent and be free up creative time.

  The term "nature" evolves its meaning as much as our relationship to it. What does nature mean to you?

  Nature means being true to myself, to my own nature; as a woman, a mother, an artist. I see Nature as the domain of Mother Earth, the Goddess, the sacred feminine. I'm interested in using my work to promote that awareness of nature, both the gentleness and the power.

Generally, we've come to use the word 'native' for indigenous people. If this extended to include your own life, would that adjust your understanding of your place in the world?

I consider myself as a spirit in a body. I'm here on a 
journey to learn, to gather, teach and impart what I 
have experienced. I believe that, since we are all the 
same substance, really, we are native to a kind of 
'universal energy' both before and after we 
become native to this particular planet! The concept 
that we are all One (like "uni-verse" meaning literally 
"one song") means to me completing the dream of what 
I call an "earthly" nature. Our spirits become native to 
a specific culture when we are born and all of them 
contribute to a global human identity.

We are more aware than ever these days about our impact on the environment through waste, fracking, mining for minerals for technology, etc. How does knowledge of these contribute to your understanding of the natural world?

"Flame of Desire"                 Never a dull moment 

My motto is "waste not, want not" and also a concept that applies to my spiritual self. Energetically, if humanity aligns itself with its collective soul, then a collective conscience will develop naturally. Within each collective, the energy of the individual counts - I believe that my individual contribution is to help expand the concept of creativity in others through the medium of my own art work.

 How do any spiritual, religious or philosophical beliefs that you hold contribute to your idea of the natural world or being ‘native’?

I have an eclectic and all-encompassing set of beliefs. I look at the intention in religious and spiritual endeavour and cherry pick from each. It's important for me to get a sense that the intentions benefit everyone. I feel very connected to the times when women were brutally punished for their beliefs (the Burning Times of "witches") when orthodox ideas of Christianity were so ingrained. I feel the same about the obliteration of indigenous tribal rituals in many countries where political agendas have dictated via missionaries that their way was the only way. I seek to find and keep my native human spirit.

A recent controversial manifesto argues to keep humans 'separate' from nature in order to maximise conservation of the wilderness to keep it sacred. To what extent do you agree?

If we see the Earth as a mother - as female - which more accurately reflects indigenous traditions for millennia - we can come to understand that she can provide without a sense of dominion, control and separation. The sexes can be equal because both have a sacred part to play. Human evolution is an awakening of the individual to make sense of the masculine and feminine within us, to gain a sense of Oneness.

"Charleston"                Waste not, want not Stunning upcycled pieces

To what extent does technology affect your relationship to the natural world? How much do you consider technology to be natural?

If technology carries a holistic intent for the planet, including the generations of different species to come, then it can only be considered as an extension of human nature.

 Many people wish to get back to ‘the good life’. If an opportunity arose for you to move to an island with your friends/family, live more simply and aim for self-sufficiency, would you take it? Explain your reasons!

This comes down to the integrity and authenticity of others. Perhaps if there was a secret mini-island and a small boat! All artists need that kind of sanctuary.

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Polyamory, Padlocks & Pooh

"I'm gonna lock my heart and throw away the key..."

I'm ignoring people's advice to "get out more" because I can no longer deny the love affair I have with my bed, my duvet, my snuggly peluches that are unashamedly scattered on top. Sleeping and relaxing on my bed is still my favouritest thing in the entire world. Despite having travelled the world a lot, met lots of different people and read twice Carnera's bodyweight in books on every subject imaginable, I am spending the Winter hibernating in my soft magnolia nurseryesque bedroom... my body, foetal-like, delighting across my sumptuous bed cuddling fake animals with extraordinary amounts of fur. I was affronted last week when Thumper was stolen. He even speaks and has a thumping foot and to forgive this unfortunate electronic monologue when I make an unlucky turn during the night speaks of a tolerance most high. Anyway, in his place is now a life-size Winnie-the-Pooh (I have no idea how it is life size but I imagine if it was any bigger, it would just be creepy). Goodnight. Oh... I have to finish this? Oh yes, love.

I'm a tireless Romantic and if you are my friend and not a poet, artist or haven't recently dropped LSD, you may roll your eyes on many occasions at some of the shit I come out with. To me, everything (except celery and kohl rabi) is wondrous...the alien jelly clinging to an ingrown hair, the behaviour of saliva a glass of water, the shattered crust beneath my laptop keyboard. Although I do have violent reactions to things to which others pay no mind (like, seeing vegetables cut in a haphazard way upsets me deeply), my experiences are pierced by a pastel-coloured joyful amygdala that believes, no... knows! that the One exists and will come one day. I am stupid enough to even take reassurance from a friend who tells me Barbra Streisand's true love was revealed when she reached 59. I don't Google this. I don't need to because I am busy waiting for Love and it is on its way....in a gilded carriage, smelling of red roses, holding hands across the bridges of Paris. Until that bridge collapses and everyone dies.

"and if I never fall in love again, that's soon enough for me"

At least, that would have been the fatal outcome of a bridge in Paris if Parisian health and safety officials (does it depress anyone else that Paris has health and safety?) hadn't removed the padlocks people have placed their for decades as symbols of their enduring love. 45 tonnes of eternity, unbuckled. The amorous culprits obviously hadn't attended the University of Manchester's day of lectures on polyamory.

I admit - as soon as I saw the word 'love' in the title of the seminar (I may have even invented that when I saw something vaguely resembling 'amour') I booked my ticket and tried to drag my stone-cold hearted harem of friends along to much protesting...mostly related to visions of cultish conversion horror. Repent, Monogam! Repent! So on this dreary Sunday morning, church-like, dressed in a chunky cable knit sweater, my Royal Navy jacket and with fruity linseed muesli in tow, I headed in. Be sure - I am not lonely or unfulfilled in my life. I just believe strongly that we are meant to share our life with a special someone. And not many people know that if I were offered a proposal, I would say yes without hesitation. It is these Hollywood hey-day thought spectres that sometimes (often) guide my actions thanks to the likes of images below.

"Swimmers" Diptych, 1962, Roy Lichtenstein

The event reception was strangely glorious, if a little surreal and unexpected, as it strayed significantly from the stiff academic tone of the invite - Gloria Gaynor, Dusty Springfield and Aretha almost boomed from the tannoy as clangs (or is it throngs?) of people stayed close to friends in case the event was just a front for high brow swinging...and then a Volunteer made a peculiar exulted boast about how everything EVERY thing from the complimentary tea and coffee counter was DISPOSABLE. Hell, yeah! The poor thing collapsed when every blue, green and pink-haired attendee, clad in rainbow colours, shrunk in horror and gestured towards the recycling bins. Never has the first 7 minutes of an event failed to prompt a fantasy swift departure. Oh, is this not the Church service?...

Religion has a thick history of enchanting and bothering people in equal measure. My family were no exception. In fact a band of besuited individuals once materialised at our front door as they had heard, or sensed - I don't remember which - that someone in the household had strayed from the flock (their words). It's in those moments that only a Custard / Gillette cream Pie launched in the visage would suffice as an appropriate response.

As Methodists, my sister and I came off slightly easier with our weekly trip to church which of course neither of us could appreciate until later. Methodists are fair and sweet and soft looking. We even had a female minister with cherubic curls. I blame their philosophy for an affliction to be the voice of reason and justice, no matter how small the slight. I was even determined that no-one in that church be deceived during Communion by the blood of Christ - it was bloody Morrisons Taste The Best Forest Fruit juice. No-one cared.

So, en-duveted and surrounded by my oversized stuffed animals (teddies, I mean), I reflect on how being an early Methodist brought unexpected joy through simplicity to my life, shaping my ideas of love and why many peers would bark at me to get a life and stop being so agonisingly dull and dreamy. I didn't drink, smoke, take drugs, I sang all day...hoping the One would hear. I was the Sandy of my suburbs. Everyone wondered why I wasn't ashamed. I was a Shameless Sandy! But the polished seed of purity was sown early and throttled any potential coolness from my body. It lead to crazy attempts later in life of whittling any potential toxin away...a year being a sugar-free vegan (read: I ate bags of pre-washed salad and, secretly, flapjacks) during my gap year, followed by monthly enemas and the compulsion to jog around each new place that I visited on the day I arrived.

What the fluff has this got to do with anything? I don't know, so back to the matter in hand. Padlocks. Bridges. Colossal mess. Polyamory. Love. After almost 6 hours of lectures, my brain melted and now spells out this sticky grey wisdom for you all to paddle around in until The One calls (wait by the phone for him/her because it's just such a great image). Love is ANYTHING you want it to be. Literally. Make it your mission to fall in love with anything that tickles your fancy - a cookie, a door,a wig, a pineapple, a laptop, a vegetable. Maybe be generous and extend that to a human being. It's almost the 22nd Century so no-one gives a shit. The End. I do?

Nativity - Part I: The Jungle Book

When this image appeared on Facebook last year as a person "I might know", I wanted to know about him immediately. Apart from his striking beauty and being clad in little more than clay leaf-print, I had to find out if the image was part of a photo shoot or if it was an actual snapshot of real life. As someone fascinated by indigenous people, ever since watching "The Emerald Forest" with my grandparents when I was a boy, I have had a voracious appetite to discover anything about native people and their environment - from missionaries to linguists who were sent to notate a new language, to highly anecdotal accounts of childhoods spent growing up with these eccentric and curious parents. Interested in textiles too, ceremonial displays with clothing embellished from local exotic birds can't help but capture the imagination and shame even the most bedazzling runway show.

My latest project, Nativity, explores what the term "native" means to a contemporary world. Naturally I turned to Mogly, the name of the wildly handsome man above, whose photo I discovered was a rainforest 'selfie' and not destined for any glossy magazine. I am now equally puzzled and delighted to count him amongst my Facebook friends as we message almost daily - I am captivated to learn about every aspect of his life, which understandably is worlds apart from the average UK life. Despite his feeling about modern technology, it is the internet that has allowed this incredible connection from my armchair.

Mogly escaped to the Columbian rainforest over 7 years ago, for a surprising reason he explains below and, now 24, he remains there with his partner and their 2 children. It is a pleasure and a true honour to connect with this beautiful tender-hearted person who is also a rare example of someone has never lost touch with his essential wild nature. I am deeply moved by some of his answers and humbled to be able to share a small part of his fascinating yet simple world.

The interview was conducted in Spanish so you'll find his original answers below the English as well as some photographs of the spectacular place he calls home.

Tell us where you live
I live on a mountain with a very special name, El Serro del Tigre
Vivo en una montana de un nombre muy especial, el Serro del Tigre

Describe how you came to live there.
[I followed] my instinct to wish to live a normal life
Mi instinto de querer vivir normal

Tell us what you do in your average day
Work and till the earth!
Trabajar y sembrar la tierra!

What are the benefits to living where and how you do?
I learnt a lot from using medicinal and edible plants that I find in the jungle, and I make infusions or use them raw. They are very effective.

What are the disadvantages, if any, of how and where you live?
At first it was quite difficult because the seeds and plants that feed me weren't ready and I had to walk 9km to get food.
Al inicio fue un tanto dificil porque las semillas y plantas que me alimentarian no estaban listas y tenia que caminar 9km por los viveres.

Is feeling connected to the land important to you?
Of course [because] my it's where I learn to live with myself and my happiness is reflected in the waters of the rivers.
Claro que si es donde aprendo a vivir conmigo mismo y mi felicidad se reflecja como las aguas de los rios.

How does internet access affect your relationship with your world?
It depresses me to realise that we suffer as the human hand destroys the fauna and flora and through the medium of the internet, we withdraw from our world.
Me deprime al darme cuenta de lo que sufrimos por medio de la mano humana destruyendo fauna y flora y por medio del internet nos sacan de nuestro mundo.

Do you have any spiritual, religious or philosophical beliefs?
No. I believe in what I see because everything that is, is in front of me.
No yo creo en lo que miro porque todo lo que esta estaba antes de mi.

What did you dream about last?
I had a very interesting dream! I was visitng a family close to the river. I was there with my 2 children, 2 teenagers and a baby. I had a feeling as if there was a fish in the river. I had a quick look and then noticved that the level of the river was rising....my reaction was to tell the children to to the top of the house. The river began to rage, so we took the children and went to the highest part, the river was still rising violently...almost to the floor of the house. The oldest child saw that the river rose to the harvest as his parents were desperately jumping, and the river then rose up to him too, leaving only his 2 brothers, my 2 children and me. Running on a lot of adrenaline, I held them close [...] they were very quiet, just watching the waters and suddely the waters calmed again. The most interesting thing was that the children weren't scared and I felt a strong energy through them that I can't explain. The house was pulled to the other side of the raging river, we reached the shore. I put them down and I began to cry inconsolably, like a baby, and I woke up in tears. I learned that a dream teaches me that children are the closest to nature, and it's that same nature that protects those who look after it.


What are your hopes for the future?

[that we all] return to our roots, we will work the earth together and those who don't have a particular crop can swap food with another and [do] activities together where there won't be any metal or technology.
Volver a nuestras raices todos trabajaremos las tierras juntos y el que no tenga de un tip do cosecha el otro la tendra y podremos intercambiar comida y actividades juntos donde no existira la plata ni la tecnologia.
 

Thanks to Mogly for his pictures and to Sonia Tome and Diana Ruiz for translation work

Who Wants To Be A Milliner?

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"Hat Therapy" over the past few years is gaining a strong reputation to nurture young talent from local universities and colleges, so students have the chance to see what being an artisan, a craftsman in the 21st Century means. For marketing's sake, there's a place for Instagram and the Twitterati but when it comes to the crunch, it's just the designer and her materials. And like the gardener dutifully following each season, you reap just what you sew.

/ˌmænjuˈfæktʃɚ/

manufacture = manus hand, factio "I make" lit. making with hands

Hats have literally saved my life - they cover up bad hair days. If it wasn't for hats, I may have relinquished my mortal sheath years ago. So when I saw an advert for a milliner's apprentice in my local town, I jumped at the chance. 

In Celebrity Big Brother, in response to a question about what separates Mankind from the other Kingdoms, Dead or Alive frontman Pete Burns replied: "Accessories". Hilarious, idiotic...but still partly true. Anyway, I went to do my bit for Mankind at Hat Therapy, a wonderful "blink-and-you'd-miss-it" boutique with gentle nods to gay Paris and Art Deco.

Swell One of HT's most popular styles

I've always appreciated great craftsmanship. My granddad was a jeweler, my mum was a hairdresser and I studied dressmaking and fashion at college, following the likes of Hermes and Fendi. Then being a greedy guts, learnt how to cook. What began as home baking soon wangled its way into kitchens and before I knew it, I was making all manner of lovely encrusted puds. So before I had to be airlifted to work or lost all my teeth, I decided on a change of occupation. Far from the gut-gurgles of having stuffed one eclair too many down the hatch, millinery is a  glittering beacon of all that is elegant and fine, an exemplary marriage of art and craft.

While I was at university, I continued to celebrate my love of fashion and this time with sustainability in mind. I love fashion's joy but I hate waste. Could we be frivolous without being reckless? Yes - by upcycling and customisation, which I began to do with a charity shop's goods in Manchester. I was delighted that my collection lead to a runway show for the BBC where I also took the chance to educate the audience on genetically-modified foods...as well as delight their senses with boisterous clothes and banging tunes. I fancied myself as Manchester enfant terrible.

"Breakfast At Therapy's"? Simplicity, glamour and elegance worthy of Audrey

BORN THIS WAY

When people ask me what I do for a living, I mostly reply, "I'm an artist". What that means to me, and what I shared with the wonderful owner of Hat Therapy, Chrissie King, is a celebration of style, of beauty and a willingness to share that with another in an authentic, unique way. All the hats that we made, and Chrissie continues to make, are full of old-school charm that lend them a classic style that never fades. Hat Therapy stands for a fashion that reflects each customer's style, not identikit trends from magazines. It's a tiny, but mighty, niche.

Nice cream A theatre commision for "Digging Deep"

More importantly, it's Chrissie's signature statement - one that has enabled Hat Therapy to tick over season to season. She works closely with British clothmakers and proud to support the local economy. On any day in vibrant little village Hebden Bridge, Chrissie can be found quietly and tirelessly ploughing away either machining or, most often than not, hand-finishing a piece. Designers like Gucci, Chanel and Fendi, have gained stratospheric reputations in the fashion world because of their uncompromising commitment to excellence, and have teams and team of hand-sewers and finishers. Chrissie achieves this single-handedly, with a peppering of support from the North of England's finest fashion students..

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