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Aquarella swim free#

Since 2016, I have been collecting images of women published on the front page of major newspapers. We all must wear a mask to end this pandemic and loss of lives, but silence is not an option. We can be the home of the free, but we must be brave and speak up.

Unmasking America visualizes the voices of the unheard, the unseen, and each represents the under belly of a nation thrown into chaos by an invisible corona anointed squarely on one man who believes he is king.

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Greed, injustice, racism, our failed healthcare, privilege, no leadership and so much more, some blatantly obvious and many subtlety suppressed by a nation blinded by its cancers- the tired platitudes of we the people, all men are created equal, and the home of the free and the brave. We the people, we were suffocating until the cry of “I can’t breathe” which unmasked the horror of a flawed nation. Democracy was not ringing loud and clear for all. Ross instilled hope for a better tomorrow with the symbol she was creating with each stitch and to this day the flag of the United States is the iconic symbol of all that represents America.įast forward to 2020, and the call to action for face masks was heard and a cadre of everyday women, girls and even men, joined together to sew masks for our survival against our newest enemy-the corona virus.Īlong the way, these hand made masks protected many from the virus, but the coverings could not silence the injustice that this smallest microbe was slowly and systematically eating away at what many thought to be a united nation.Įveryday, many saw their voices muffled and sheltered in place it soon became unbearable-the mask became a metaphor for years of silence and suppression. Entrusted with sewing the flag for our new nation, she was serving the cause as well as assuming the risk to help free us. Saving Grace, a story can be followed on my Narrative pageĪs I sew these images adorned on the fabric of our stars and stripes, my mind does wander to our revolutionary seamstress, Betsy Ross. This visual call to activism, to join forces across the globe with the Seven Sisters of the Pleiades must be our new mission, our saving grace for the future of our children. Illusionary truth of one woman’s discovery that reveals the collective call for help and the power of women to change the course of the world.

Aquarella swim series#

The proof of the seven sisters daring return is unveiled in this series of never before seen photographs. Risking discovery they secretly returned to earth to save their beloved ocean.Ĭamouflaged beneath the Gyre of Garbage in the Pacific Ocean, the seven sisters, hidden from surface dwellers by the floating plastics, kept to themselves, stealthily setting about to upend the damage done by man made pollutants. The Sisters of the Pleiades, seven celestial women exiled by Zeus to a star cluster over 400 light years away, heard the plea and together they decided to answer the call. Yet one message pierces the ricocheting signals, the plaintive wail of humanity echoing the same reverberating plea-a call for salvation of a dying planet. Garbled, jumbled and broken up by noise and chatter, messages disintegrate and meaning is lost. Hoping to be heard, voices of the small, starry-eyed innocents plead to the sky, calling out into heaven’s void for someone, anyone to help avert the inescapable end of earth.Ĭommuniques out in the universe travel at the speed of light. Many have ignored the inevitable some have taken action and a few have turned to higher powers with prayer. We are caught in a perilous maelstrom for which our children will pay the price of this inconvenient truth. Some succumb to their pliant shackles while others, oblivious of the tiny shiny micro plastics, ingest them only to unwittingly pass them on at humanity’s dinner table.Ĭlimate change is a now reality. Its imprisoned residents, strangled by polyethylene artifacts, persist in a constant struggle to survive. Within these aqueous ecologies, it is a slow drowning death beneath the surface of a soiled sea. With the impending doom of the Plasticene, not one surface of either land or sea is free from the plastic debris that permeates our planet.