LOOKIN OUT 4 U
Oh Kitty,
i missin U
sometimes you curlin up all
by my side
sometimes
i not seein you
for long
long time
and i missin U
2019
Mixed Media
i missin U
sometimes you curlin up all
by my side
sometimes
i not seein you
for long
long time
and i missin U
2019
Mixed Media
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SOME DAYS
Some days / i don’t want to talk / to anyone / but the berries / and the black birds. / (Most Days.)
2019
Mixed Media
2019
Mixed Media
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WALKING ART
In collaboration with CGLIF
WALK in your own time
REST your feet
WALK free
WALK your path
YOUR pace
TAKE your time
OUR feet
HOME
2019
Mixed Media
WALK in your own time
REST your feet
WALK free
WALK your path
YOUR pace
TAKE your time
OUR feet
HOME
2019
Mixed Media
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ALWAYS REACHING
Reachin for the moon / sometimes the sun / but not very often.
2019
Mixed Media
IMAGINE LOOKING FOREVER
Imagine.
Looking.
Forever.
Month long solitary retreat in the Pyrenees
2018
Video
Looking.
Forever.
Month long solitary retreat in the Pyrenees
2018
Video
Imagine looking forever from lauren Goodey on Vimeo.
Holocene
Exploring Grief and Extinction
2018
Photo collage
2018
Photo collage
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Dear 2019
2019 was not a fun year.
2018
Collage
2018
Collage
THE RITUAL IS THE WHOLE THING
Ritual: Nakedness and Body
2018
Video
2018
Video
IN MEMORY OF LIFE
Various rituals
2018
2018
Jane said "the birds body is in the bushes, will you both do something for her?”
So we took her in our hands; she was already decomposing,
her brains were filled with tiny white worms.
We took her to the top of the hill,
just beyond the forest, where the badgers come out at night,
we lay her on a bed of sycamore leaves.
Then we walked to the garden, and picked flowers, orange, yellow, blue.
The flowers were beautiful, it was nearly winter.
The day we said goodbye to the Mistle Thrush,
I remembered when I first met her.
I spent weeks walking around the garden, trying to work out who these cackling birds were,
that flew from tree to tree feasting on sweet, poisonous berries.
I guess i am getting used to saying goodbye.
So we took her in our hands; she was already decomposing,
her brains were filled with tiny white worms.
We took her to the top of the hill,
just beyond the forest, where the badgers come out at night,
we lay her on a bed of sycamore leaves.
Then we walked to the garden, and picked flowers, orange, yellow, blue.
The flowers were beautiful, it was nearly winter.
The day we said goodbye to the Mistle Thrush,
I remembered when I first met her.
I spent weeks walking around the garden, trying to work out who these cackling birds were,
that flew from tree to tree feasting on sweet, poisonous berries.
I guess i am getting used to saying goodbye.
