Category: Taxidermy & Other Art


“Plain (Menses) Sailing” – PMS

Artwork by Alex Alice

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Don’t believe the head chatter
And it’s all Plain Sailing
A calm and uneventful crossing
A ‘breeze’
A gentle navigation
Through the Cyclic waves
Hardly noticed

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Some occasions are a bit chillier
A bit choppier
Choppier of waves and winds
Choppier of heads
All have been known to roll

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Once in a while there’s an all out Storm
In the darkest of nights
HUGE waves
Tossing you this way and that
Walls of blackness
1000 feet high
Veils of impending velvet doom
Like giant Nosferatus
Menacingly loom over you

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Pressure!
Tremendous pressure!
Tremendous crashing
Bashing and slashing
Picking you up then smashing you down
To drown
Sails are torn and tattered
Nerves shattered
Flung far into the unknown
Uncharted waters
Totally lost

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No respite
Hulls are ripped open
Black liquid pain
Leaks from the cracks that have appeared
Cracks that are new
Cracks that are old
Patched up cracks
Smoothed over and glossed over cracks
Forgotten
Until now

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Pressure!
Tremendous pressure!
Just to keep afloat
To save this boat
To keep sailing
To keep smiling
Keep working
“WARNING!!”
“IMMINENT DEATH APPROACHING”

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The vessel Explodes
Medusa speaks her Truth
I pray for survivors
Then a watery demise
A bursting of tears
A river nesting in an ocean
A surrendering to despair
“PLEASE!! Is there ANYBODY out there?”

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Just as quickly as it arrived
The storm breaks
The wind knocked out of sails
The sea of salty tears slows
Ebbs and flows
Then stops

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I am Beached
The wind is now a breeze
A new calm fills this aching, exhausted body
Warmth on back
Pretty turquoise sea
Tickling my toes
Fingers sift soft sand
I am back
I am me

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Stillness
Deep gratitude
A new level is reached
No one else was wrecked
But the hull is still breached

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Old junk and gunk still leak
Now just flotsam and jetsam
Bit by bit
Washed away
With each new breath
Each new wave

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The sun shines again
Shines a light on the darkness
Breaks the brooding clouds apart
Warms a broken heart
Gives you what you need
To stay strong
To stay sane
To return to the mundane
To navigate another storm
Another day
Next month say…?

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By Alison (Tribal) Brierley

(2015)

 

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“Big Cat Warrior Tribal Choker”

Tooth, Bone and Bead Necklace

Made from recycled materials, cow bone, wooden beads and a pair of Giant Cat teeth.

 (Completed in 2007)

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“When you can speak your heart to the people – clearly and without fear – honour, bravery and victory are yours”.

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Native Americans often crafted and wore jewelry carved from bone and horn parts.

The ‘Bone Choker’ provided physical protection of the neck and the jugular vein during battle and fighting in the hope to deflect an arrow shot at them by an enemy during war parties.

Bone chokers are also believed to provide spiritual protection of the voice.  It was said that the Spirit shall also provide a great speaking ability when wearing a properly made bone choker that always speaks the truth and guides the warrior to speak from the heart.

By wearing a bone choker, the spirits of the animal they come from were believed to provide protection from all kinds of troubles and even disease.

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Bone chokers were originally made from bird leg bones.

“The spirit of the bird could be invoked to protect the person’s voice from ailments, jealousy or fatigue.  The bird was not always killed to make the chokers. Most often they were found after a predatory animal had already killed them or they had died a natural death. This was considered a good sign when found. Not only for the people who needed the chokers but for the bird, so it’s life would be of honor, value and service”.

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I wear this choker for special, spiritual and ceremonial occasions, when I feel my voice needs to be true, strong and direct.

I made this originally from a recycled cow bone belt that I bought in Bali, during a Big Trip in 2001-02.

The belt sat with some other souvenirs in a box for many years, until I made a trip to Cambodia in 2007 and acquired the “Big Cat’s” Teeth.

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The Cambodian trip was a solo trip that immediately followed a huge fight and subsequent breakdown of a relationship and business partnership.  I literally threw my passport, a pair of knickers and my credit cards into a bag and drove to the airport.  I guess I ran away… I was at my tethers end.

It was necessary at the time to throw myself to the mercy and wisdom of the Universe, alone and accepting.  I was in great emotional pain.

I wanted to re-find myself, to rediscover my TRUTH, VOICE and COURAGE and begin my life all over again.

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The M Team with some of the kids.

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When I consciously opened my heart to the universe and decided to throw myself into whatever opportunity arose, I had a chance meeting in a random guest house in Phenom Penn.

The very next day I began working with an independent mobile medical unit that delivered first aid and medical attention to the displaced refugees in a camp just outside the Cambodian capitol.  These refugees had been forced to live in pretty horrific, unsanitary conditions and the stories they told were heart breaking… as if this country hadn’t suffered enough under Pol Pot!!

I dressed woulds, administered meds and assisted the doctor with general & dental support. I chatted to the people and played with the children. I also was a blood donor and gatherer of other potential backpacker donors as Dengue Fever among the locals was claiming lots of lives and massive transfusions were needed, especially for the children.

Towards the end of my trip these large cat teeth were gifted by a toothless old man, as a Thank You.

Alas, despite feeling the love and warm emanating from his heart, I couldn’t understand the language so didn’t hear from what big cat these teeth came from… all I picked out was “BIG CAT”.

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This trip reset my moral compass and reminded me of what I could achieve regardless of any relationship.

My “Big Cat Tribal Choker” necklace is a reminder to always act from the HEART and speak my TRUTH.

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As with a lot of my work, I aspire to gently push the viewer, including myself, to question preconceptions and socio-cultural taboos by creating something beautiful and compelling from something dead and/or socially repulsive.

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Look out for blogs on my other ART projects – SHAMANIC ROADKILL CAPE, PLACENTA  ART & COOKERY, PLACENTA BOOTIES,  PLACENTA DISCO-BOOTIES, SHAMANIC SHAKTI BEAVER MERKINANTI  BADGER-CULL TRIP-TIC, ROADKILL SQUIRREL TESTICLE EARRINGS  , BURNING-MAN ASARO MUD-FAMILY PERFORMANCE ART JAPANESE WISHING TREE

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“The ‘Harey’ Ushanka”

AVIATOR/ TRAPPER HAT

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Made from recycled materials and a Roadkill Fox and Hare.

 (Completed in 2013)

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The “Ushanka”- meaning  literally “ear hat”.

This style of hat is found across the globe,  protecting the ears of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Canadian Mounties, continental police officers, pouting models on catwalks, and pretty much everyone in between, from temperatures as low -70c.

The Ushanka hat has been worn in Russia, Scandinavia and Germany for centuries, and there are  suggestions of it having been worn by nomads of central Asia and the arctic.   Often made with sheepskin, or thick muskrat, rabbit and mink fur.  The ear flaps provides warmth and protection from wind, impact and falling winter hazards, like icicles or branches.

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This hat was made for my new baby.

The outer was made from a pair of recycled suede trousers.  The inner was made from my little ones snugly orange pumpkin Samhain baby-grow.  The white ear flaps were made from the tip of a Roadkill Fox’s tail.  The rest of the fur is from the same Roadkill Hare that was utilised in the making of “THE ‘HAREY’ PURSE” fertility fetish object.

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I guess what surprised me the most about making this hat was how damn quickly he grew out of it, lol.

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For more information on the making of the

“THE ‘HAREY’ PURSE” – SHAMANIC ROADKILL FERTILITY FETISH OBJECT

(Completed in 2009)

read on….

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This project began in 2009 during a week-long ‘walk-about’ following the death of my father, and shortly after the decision to start a family with my current partner.

I found the Hare at the side of the road only 20 minutes into my lone travels around the North of England and Scotland.

She came with me the rest of the way, my travelling companion,  and bit-by-bit, she was eaten, shared, processed and learnt from, becoming part of the journey, and touching every person we came into contact with, in a deep and meaningful way.

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Over the following 16 months (it took a while for an old bird like me to conceive, lol) her bulging vulva was slowly stuffed and filled with little sacred objects, each having special significance: a carved penis from a dear friend; a small piece of chalk flint from the phallus of The Cerne Abbas Giant; a fossil spiral; a shell; a sculptured clay zygote from another dear friend; and a bird’s egg.

Eventually, I couldn’t fit anything else in her.

She now dangles in the window of my motorhome as we drive along, bobbing away to music and the rhythm of the road surfaces, up-front and part of our lives.

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Makes a change from fluffy dice!

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To read the full blog click here!

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As with a lot of my work, I aspire to gently push the viewer, including myself, to question preconceptions and socio-cultural taboos by creating something beautiful and compelling from something dead and/or socially repulsive.

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Look out for blogs on my other ART projects – SHAMANIC ROADKILL CAPE, PLACENTA  ART & COOKERY, PLACENTA BOOTIES,  PLACENTA DISCO-BOOTIES, SHAMANIC SHAKTI BEAVER MERKINANTI  BADGER-CULL TRIP-TIC, ROADKILL SQUIRREL TESTICLE EARRINGS  , BURNING-MAN ASARO MUD-FAMILY PERFORMANCE ART JAPANESE WISHING TREE

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Animality – Women, Animals and Instinct

An Exhibition by Photographer and Artist Casey Orr

Tribal Ali by Casey Orr for The Animal Library poster“The Animal Library – Women, Animals and Instinct” examines how Nature and Culture intertwine and explores the different relationships women have with animals; the cultural understanding of the language of women, the histories of women and nature, and our relationship to animals and our animal selves through photographs and reproductions of the books and library artefacts.

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I was photographed along with 10 other women who embody what she hopes to explore and communicate – an understanding of culture as not separate from nature but that the two are intertwined; both integral to a definition what it is to be human.

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The dictionary definition of ‘animality’ reads: ‘the animal nature of human beings.’

Quote…. “Animality is an exploration of the different relationships women have with animals. These range from women who align themselves with animals and their inherent powers through the wearing of fur, animal print and feather to women who, through animal husbandry and farm work, have a daily commitment to animals. These women live and work with animals, know the rhythms inherent in farm life and have the visceral understanding of non-human nature that their work demands. For other women, they simply share their life’s rhythms with animals. The species boundary dissolves and pets become companion and family. The women and animal lives intertwine in human domestic life.

As notions of gender and sexuality begin to be understood more as a moving spectrum of being and identity, so our relationship to animals, to our animality, might be better read as such instead of the strict and codified animal-human binary we’ve been taught. In Western culture, nature and culture are usually conceptualized as distinctly separate. But not all societies make this distinction between nature and culture. For some, being natural can mean something more than simply ‘not cultural’.

With Animality I am consciously aligning women to nature, and saying, yes, perhaps through menstruation and childbirth, hormones and cycles, women, untamable and wild, are aligned more to their bodies and to nature. And it’s not to say men aren’t also organic beings – but maybe it’s harder for women to forget our innate wildness because our bodies are always acting in untamed ways.

I am a woman engaged in these cycles and also engaged in culture, the making of cultural artifacts and in the discourses of cultural meanings. I make photographic series and use metaphor and the relationship between images to try and articulate and form my own questions about the meaning of life and the wonder of being.

Animality is a language, a mode of self-expression, and a function of our relationship to non-human nature. We are intertwined in the fabric of this earth life because we’re not just cultural beings – we are also animals”.

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1st December 2015 – 9th January 2016

“THE ANIMAL LIBRARY- WOMEN, ANIMALS, INSTINCT”

Leeds City Central Library, in the City Center.

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THIS IS A TRUE STORY!  

“Ode to Old Crow” …..

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golfing crowOnce upon a time there was an old one-legged Crow who loved to watch a good game of golf!!

He lived at Scarthingwell Golf Club, at the 10th hole, in a lovely old park just south of Tadcaster in Yorkshire.

Every year a particular group of guys would come to play and dear old “One-legged Crow” would delight in following this team of happy chaps around, watching them play from hole to hole, and especially at the 10th, cheering them on with a

“Caw-Caw-Caw”!

He was such a Star!

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For many, many years this group of guys would come to play their Annual Golf Tournaments at the park and dear old One-legged Crow would come and watch.

They grew quite fond of Old Crow and even changed their name to “Team Crow”!

A happy friendship developed between them.

A game of golf at the park wouldn’t be the same now without their dear feathered friend.

 

 

Then one year the inevitable happened….

 

always in our hearts crow“Team Crow” turned up to play their Annual Tournament.

Old One-legged Crow wasn’t there.

They played on into the game, and still their feathered friend didn’t show up. The guys were sad. It wasn’t the same without him.

At the end of the game they came to accept that maybe dear old “One-Leg” had gone to Corvid Heaven – that he had maybe passed away.

 

They decided that from that very day their Annual Golf Tournaments would be in honour of their gentle, curious, fun, golf-loving feathered friend.

They kept their promise to Old Crow.

 

And every year they still do…..

 

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3 crowsIn response to a post recently about three dead roadkill crows in my freezer, a dear old friend asked me if I had a spare leg and would I make something for one of her regular customers.  Not an unusual request from someone that knows me well… lol.

She told me about her customer, how she had cut his hair for years and every now and again he would chat about golf.  He told her a lovely story about how is friends played a tournament every year, and about an old one-legged crow who loved to watch them play.  This customer was the Chief Organiser of “Team Crow”.

She recounted the story to me.

I said “of course! Anyone who honours Crow can have a leg”! Lol.

So I made this trophy for them, for their Annual Tournament.

The story and memory of dear old One-legged Crow and his love of golf lives on….

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“Ode To Old Crow”

TEAM CROW – GOLFING TROPHY

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Made from recycled materials, a trophy base, a mini golf ball, silver star and silver club and of course…

One Crows Leg!

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Since writing this story I have been contacted by Team Crow who are thrilled with the story and wish to create a team logo from the Trophy.
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They also had this to say…
"...besides our annual competition for the One Legged Crow trophy we also have two other competitions which last over the whole year. We have therefore decided to award your shield to the "Crow of the Year" which will be the best performer over the three competitions".
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How fab is that 🙂

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“YONI STONE” – Spirit Gifted Geode

“Raising The Skirts” 2015

…..informations and findings with links to sources coming soon… 🙂

 

Yoni Stone - Geode gifted by Spirit

Making Movies for ‘Woodlands TV’! – Part 4

“Tribal Ali, an English ‘Zorro with a Scalpel’ doing for wild cookery what Charlie Dimmock did for gardening”

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Appreciation...

Appreciation…

Making the most of skin and feathers.

I always think it is a great shame not to use all of an animal that I find whilst foraging.  I have in the past and still to this day create some stunningly beautiful and compelling art work from dead things.  But where do you start?  How do you preserve a bird (or animal) skin for future use?  This short 7 minute film in the “Roadkill” series shows you how….

“Taxidermy in the Woodlands”

In this film I show you how to skin and preserve in a very basic way (using just salt) a bird in the feather.  This film features three birds; a blackbird, a magpie and a pheasant.

To see a close up image and blog about the Shamanic Roadkill Pheasant Cape click here!

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Last year I made these “Wild Food Foraging in the Woodlands” films with Film Maker Claudia Nye.

The pilot film in the “Roadkill” series “Identifying Edible Roadkill by the Woodlands” aired on the 15th April 2015.

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The most common question I get is “How do you know it is safe to eat?”

“Wild food foraging in all its forms isn’t about being poor or desperate, its about being opportunistic, creative, in tune with ourselves, nature and our bodies.  Wild meat foraging in particular uses no packaging, has less chemicals, fewer food miles and contains less pollution; it is cruelty free and often ‘Vegetarian’ friendly; it fosters biodiversity; our bodies ‘understand’ these natural foods, therefore cancers and other physical ailments are minimized because our immune systems are minds are boosted naturally.

Many are realising that numerous shop bought food items are more suspicious than nutritious. Wild plants are very different now from chemically cultivated foods and farm animals taste nothing like game animals”.

I have in the past written plenty of long-winded explanations but I felt it was time to create an

‘Easier to Remember’ ROAD-SIDE CHECKLIST! 

“Don’t Eat Flat Furry Roadside Snacks Before Last Diagnostic Smell Check”

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To see the other episodes in this series follow the links below…

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Part 1: Identifying Edible Roadkill by the Woodlands

Part 2: Preparing Roadkill Pigeon for by the Woodlands

Part 3: Cooking Roadkill Pigeon in the Woodlands

Part 4: Taxidermy in the Woodlands

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Making Movies for ‘Woodlands TV’!

Originally from Argentina, Claudia is a Scarborough based, award winning BAFTA nominated documentary film maker with 21 years experience in the field of media. Her work ranges from broadcast (BBC/Channel Four) to private and public Commissions (Film Council/European Fund), through facilitating community based projects with the youth, and teaching in FE and HE sectors. These movies are for Woodlands.TV .woodlands_TV

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REMEMBER!!

If in doubt, ask someone else’s advice who knows what they are doing, or just leave it well alone!

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close up curious pigeonsSooooo!  Should you try it? If you can stomach the thought of eating roadkill, and are confident you can pick out the animals safe for consumption, then I’d urge you to give it a try. If you’ve ever eaten pheasant, hare or rabbit in a restaurant, paid a small fortune for the privilege and almost broken your teeth on the buckshot, you’d probably relish the chance to eat your gamey goodness without the fear of fillings afterwards! Eating properly examined and prepared roadkill is definitely healthier than meat heavily laden with antibiotics, hormones, and growth stimulants, as most supermarket meat is today. Road traffic casualties never knew what hit ‘em – if you pardon the pun!  They did not experience what it was like to be factory farmed, castrated, de-horned, or de-beaked without anaesthetics, they did not suffer the traumatic and miserable experience of being transported long distances in a crowded truck, and did not hear the screams and smell the fear of the animals ahead of them on the slaughter line.

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Ethically, I know what I would rather eat!

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DISCLAIMER… I have to say that I hold NO responsibility for anyone getting sick from eating Roadkill.  I offer my experiences and knowledge here freely, I do not make myself accountable for anyone else.  YOU make a choice, YOU take responsibility.  If in doubt, ask someone else’s advice who knows what they are doing, or just leave it well alone!  With that said….

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To see other of my blogs relating to this subject follow the links…

“WILD MEAT” – Wild Food & Roadkill Preparation & Preservation Workshops

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FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS – Roadkill Recycling, Eating and Artwork…

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THE ROADKILL CONNOISSEUR- Making a film for the ‘MUNCHIES’ food Channel – “Southern Fried Squirrel” & “Squirrel Pot-Sticker Dumplings”.

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“The Silent Dancer in the Flames”

 

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“The Silent Dancer in the Flames”

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Oil Pastel (2015) by Alison Brierley

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THE SILENT DANCER

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Spectators All
Cheer On the Reluctant Fire Dancers
Executing their Final Performance 
Slaves to the Purple Post
Writhing in the Flames
Just one Leap away from Redemption
And then Another

I am the Silent Dancer
I did not have to Dance the Exquisite Dance
I did not have to Suffer the Burn

but Embraced its Searing Release
I am already Dead you See
I did not Survive the Torture
The Asphyxiation
The Crush of Rock on Rib and Lung

But they Tied me to the Mast 
Just to Be Sure
And Burnt me Anyway
Along with my Sisters

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By Alison Brierley

(8th June 2015)

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One in a series of works brought about by my exploration into the “TRUTH TELLING YEARS” aka MENOPAUSE.

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Look out for blogs on my other ART projects – SHAMANIC ROADKILL CAPE, PLACENTA  ART &COOKERY, PLACENTA BOOTIES,  PLACENTA DISCO-BOOTIES, SHAMANIC SHAKTI BEAVER MERKINANTI  BADGER-CULL TRIP-TIC, ROADKILL SQUIRREL TESTICLE EARRINGS  , BURNING-MAN ASARO MUD-FAMILY PERFORMANCE ART , JAPANESE WISHING TREE and many many more!!

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As with a lot of my work, I aspire to gently push the viewer, including myself, to question preconceptions and socio-cultural taboos by creating something beautiful and compelling from something dead and/or socially repulsive.

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A Wild Woman is not a girlfriend…..I love this poem. It really resonated as I had a tremendous pre-menopausal meltdown at the weekend. Luckily I bounce back quickly as I have taught myself to stay out of the ridiculous stories in my head at those times of uncontrollable wildness – and I have an amazing partner. I am a lucky one. I didn’t realise it was going to be so tough, this change! Most people don’t appreciate a woman’s journeys, especially these kinds. I am soooooo glad I managed to squeeze max out before this began, lol.

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A wild Woman is Not a Girlfriend

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A Wild Woman is not a girlfriend

But can you love me in the deep?
In the dark?
In the thick of it?
Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle
and slip through the crack in the floorboard?
Can you love me when I’m bigger than you,
when my presence blazes like the sun does,
when it hurts to look directly at me?
Can you love me then too?

Can you love me under the starry sky,
shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?
Can you love me when I am howling and furry,
standing on my haunches,
my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?
When I call down the lightning,
when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet,
can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land,
and cause the dirt to harden
over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?
Will you trust that Spring will return?
Will you still believe me when I tell you
I will become a raging river,
and spill myself upon your dreams
and call them to the surface of your life?
Can you trust me,
even though you cannot tame me?
Can you love me,
even though I am all that you fear and admire?
Will you fear my shifting shape?

Does it frighten you,
when my eyes flash like your camera does?
Do you fear they will capture your soul?
Are you afraid to step into me?
The meat-eating plants
and flowers armed with poisonous darts
are not in my jungle to stop you from coming.
Not you.
So do not worry.
They belong to me,
and I have invited you here.

Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight
and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga:
the wild old wise one…
she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild one
if you fear the rumbling of the ground,
the roar of a cascading river,
the startling clap of thunder in the sky.
If you want to be safe,
go back to your tiny room —
the night sky is not for you.
If you want to be torn apart, come in.
Be broken open and devoured.
Be set ablaze in my fire.
I will not leave you as you have come:
well dressed,
in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.
I will leave you naked and biting.
Leave you clawing at the sheets.
Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks
and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me,
and be healed in the unbearable lightness
and darkness of all that you are.
There is nothing in you that can scare me.
Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend.
She is a relationship with nature.
She is the source of all your primal desires,
and she is the wild whipping wind
that uproots the poisonous corn stalks
on your neatly tilled farm.
She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.
She will see to it that you shall rise again.
She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.

by Allison Nappi

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(Tribal Ali – photography by Javan Liam 2007)

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She is Maiden, Mother and Crone
In one…

You will recognize her because she
makes genuine eye contact with whomever she meets…
She is not afraid to be direct and honest about how she feels

She charts her own course
And is willing to meet whatever comes
Because she has faith in her Journey
She’s aware of her own strength

She delights in enabling the wellbeing and the empowerment of others
But she refuses to subject herself to energy drainers…
She sees through bullshit instantly
She knows how to protect herself

She is obedient to her own inner knowing,
She is willing to break the rules made by others
in order to be authentic to herself

Her truth comes directly through her heart
She uses her mind as the servant to manifest it

She is inwardly and outwardly Aware
She responds more than she reacts
She no longer waters illusory drama
She no longer feels the need to control what is

She is deeply connected to her creative source
She is her own work of art in progress
She can create beauty from whatever is in front of her

She is in tune with her intuition and instinctual body
She lives in the present
Because she is willing to relinquish the past
And allow the future the space it needs to unfold

She understands that life is an ever changing flow from one moment to the next…
She willingly goes with it.

She feels deeply connected to the earth and stays close to nature,
She recognizes that she is not separate from it…
Being connected to nature is essential for her health and wellbeing

She has simplified her life
Released the non-essentials so that she can be spacious and free

She values her aloneness,
She waters her Soul with it
But she also
values quality time with like minded Souls

She doesn’t need a man to complete her
Her relationships are on an equal basis of respect and sharing
Unbridled sensual pleasure…

She has no time for gossip
She’s invested in raising the Sisterhood up rather than cutting it down

She celebrates the Beauty and Power in other Women
She celebrates the Beauty and Power within herself

She is just as willing to receive as she is to give
She fills her own cup for herself and overflows it for others

She understands the futility of unsolicited advice
So she shares her wisdom through living it

She envisions the Healing of the world
She offers her gifts as a contribution towards it

Love is her religion
Unity is her gospel
Laughter is her Grace

She loves to play through her inner child
Sing and dance through her inner maiden
She nurtures her body mind and spirit daily through her inner mother

Others seek her for her Wisdom
Are irresistibly drawn to her unpredictable Mystery

They feel seen and accepted in her steady gaze…
Peaceful in her Sacred Space

They are shocked by her irreverent humor
But secretly inspired, uplifted,
Given permission to be themselves

She is Maiden, Mother and Crone
In one
She is Goddess

— Caroline de Lisser

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