48 Images from the Emma Harvey’s International Women’s Day Wall at Cultivate Evolved

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48 Images from the Emma Harvey‘s International Women’s Day Wall at Cultivate Evolved. The month-long project, takes up one of the ten wall spaces at Cultivate for the month of March and will evolve throughout period. The wall was unveiled last night on March First Thursday and can be viewed thought march during regular gallery opening hours.

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY 2014…on one slice of wall at CULTIVATE EVOLVED, Vyner St, E2

Opening Night: FIRST THURSDAY, Thursday 6th March, 6-9pm. Then from: Friday 7th March to 1st April 2014

From (First) Thursday March 6th, through Saturday March 8th (International Women’s Day), and throughout the month of March until April 1st, Emma Harvey (one of the in-house CULTIVATE EVOLVED artists) will be using her wall to celebrate International Women’s Day

“An artist take-over and art occupation of my one slice of wall at CULTIVATE EVOLVED gallery in celebration of International Women’s…

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è bello essere mamma

come ci cambia essere madri,  come è bello essere madri. Ci rende donne, finalmente, vere donne, quelle dee descritte dalla mitologia. Ci trasforma dentro e fuori, spiritualmente e fisicamente, come se ad ogni curva aggiunta ai nostri corpi longilinei corrispondesse un capitolo di sapere in più, un sapere profondo, vero, che nasce dal contatto col divino, proprio quel divino che ci fa diventare generatrici di vita.

Mi sento piena, mi sento appagata, coi piedi piantati, con le spalle robuste e rotonda ed il ventre, sì, il ventre convesso, pronto a ricevere e dare, ancora una volta, la vita…

Agnes, portrait of a black woman

Reclining Lotus

**Questioning position**

Agnes

it’s not a secret: we are run by oligarchs

Mr Cameron finally got his golden seat. With his humble personal background and family history, I feel relieved and truly represented. Question: what is the ‘conspiracy’ element in the theory that the world is run by a secret society of oligarchs??

We are!

Apparently – although this week was a rolling coaster. The looming prospect of homelessness didn’t surely help me relaxing and prepare myself to welcome our little creature to the world! Nor (s)he must have felt really inspired to pop out then…. Today some more positive light hopefully affected my inner mind stratus. Again it is commonly understandable that events out-there affect your inner self yet how to avoid or being aware of it immediately is totally another matter far beyond my reach.

this may be my last post as a young free-floating dragonfly…..

So difficult to be radical

and consistent with your thoughts

when you’ve lived all your life surrounded by hypocrisy

then people don’t recognize you they’d melt you if they could

continuing their lives ignoring any change

walking blinds talking empty

overtaken by their feelings

imperturbably inundate other people’ space

like they got all the rights

‘cos that’s the way things used to be

i am now in despair

feel punche in my stomach

humiliated dismantled

of my strenght of my pride

i feel i lost a war

the enemy doesn’t  even know

the enemy is there

maybe waiting to counter-attack

but i am lost here

no more words, no more tears

if only i could hug

this little heart i am nurturing inside

no way back and no way on

if only my enemy

could wake up tomorrow

and laugh smile change restart

everything would vanish

the world would keep rolling

my baby would keep growing

A Tale of Eternal Love

The 10th Full Moon after Queen finally found and rejoined with her very much sought after, dreamt of, cherished Nomad, the Universe kindly smiled at the two cheerful lovers deciding to award them with the most precious gift in Its entire domain, the Miracle of Life.

Despite the initial surprise and disbelief, this Beautiful Story was clearly inscribed in the entire surrounding environment, and openly manifest during moments of Cosmic Connection that Queen and Nomad abundantly experienced since the onset of their present physical encountering.

It was during moments of elation that Queen intuited a simple fundamental Truth, that Magic exists, and that’s Nature itself, manifesting in the dynamic Interconnected Cyclical Existence of every being. Yet she would often quickly forget about it, absorbed like any other 1000s individuals into a urban life which makes this very basic reality seem either fool or an entertaining, distracting Myth, to the point of persuading and forcing people to go back to a world of physical and virtual Disconnected Networks, where both men and women and even children mechanically adapt to and power Plastic Lives like batteries to mobile phones.

Now Magic has tangibly shown and touched Queen’s heart first then rapidly flooding towards the rest of her body transforming it into a unique Laboratory where finally and only Science and Religion converge and fuse, overcoming their eternal dichotomy.

And it’s not mystical, it’s not mystery, it’s the Quintessential Reminder that what we see out-there, what we struggle to explain with our erroneously deployed rational capabilities, all that we incessantly construct with our feeble bodies and try to fix into shallow permanent involucres, this very chaotic stinking pale unstable society, which multiplies itself by sucking humans’ lymph and cutting their natural root, can only offer unhappiness, a feeling of rush and pointlessness and a constant fear of termination, derived by its manifest decaying character.

There is a New Life now evolving quickly within Queen, unfolding an extraordinary Tale of Eternal Love to anyone awake and sensitive enough to read and believe in it, abandoning deeply rooted preconceptions and culturally transfused deceptions.

Terra Arida

Bruciata dal sole inaridita dagli uomini che ti calpestano ignari come se tu, donna madre che ci hai nutrito sin dal primo tocco di ossigeno, tu donna madre terra dovessi vivere per noi sempre

e come una madre ti vedo invecchiare, di cancro appassire, sotto la spazzatura, l’inquinamento, l’indifferenza dei siciliani

tu terra sicilia

scendo ad ammirare il magico incontro col mare, il tuo uomo

e ti trovo invece li’ ad un angolo a piangere

mi accogli ancora una volta sul caldo scoglio

attorno a me scarti ed immondizia e tu piangendo mi sussurri

di non soffrire che tutto svanirà

di cercare altrove

la tua essenza

Terra madre Sicilia stuprata dalla brutalità di noi isolani

Sicily, Sweet Home

my body has been mistreated, insulted, almost beaten up these days, by others and by me first
thankfully my spirit is there stable observing the little play of ordinary people finding excuses while sitting comfortably in this life, binning any idea of change and relativity which might scratch their back and shake otherwise this ultrathin temporary balance on which they all believe they stand

Su l’HIV, Michael Jackson e la sindrome da catwalk famelici

L’HIV non esiste. Non e’ mai stato isolato. L’ATZ, medicina che ha fatturato miliardi di dollari per curare questa fantomatica ‘nuova’ malattia, puo’ dispiegare ‘effetti collaterali’ che coincidono con i sintomi riconosciuti dell’AIDS, fino pertanto ad uccidire il paziente che vi si sottopone ignaro.
Le leggi approvate negli anni ’90 sono nate nell’isteria e panico collettivo creato dai media e nutrito dalle pressioni delle case farmaceutiche che a partire dagli anni ’80 hanno trovato il loro eldorado nella creazione e sviluppo globale del mito AIDS.
Jackson muore all’improvviso in prossimita’ / prima o dopo indifferente / dell’ultimo concerto della sua vita, dopo essere stato ridotto a pezzi dal crack finanziario successivo al fantomatico ultramediatico trial sulla sua presunta pedofilia. Muore, e riscuote milioni di dollari post-mortuarii per inediti, segreti e misteri. Un vero thriller.

Nel frattempo, bambole pelle ed ossa continuano a sculettare sulle passerelle di fronte alle bocche umide di umori puzzolenti e salive acide di ‘mezzi-uomini’ (alas, uomini il cui istinto naturale e divino alla riproduzione si manifesta in dinamiche grottesche e comparabilmente simili a quelle dei quattro zampe) rovinando la vita di noi essere umane cui madre natura ha donato un vortice di potenza in cambio di un appendice tubolare in pelle dal carattere irrequieto e facilemente irritabile, aka ‘penis’.
Che poi ci chiamiamo donne o uomini poco importa – piuttosto, vediamoci come involucri plastici e flessibili portatori di spiriti arcani ed essenza universale.

Mi chiedo se tutte queste connessioni mi aiuteranno a rilassarmi sulla poltrona godendomi questa calda estate londinese, abbracciata all’essenza che mi illumina il cammino.

Grazie Ciki

This is worth a visit

adesso non piu’

non piu’ carne, sono vegana.

non piu’ frottole, sono sana.

non piu’ giochi della mente, labirinti senza uscita, cunicoli e segreti da tenere dentro ‘fino alla morte’ o per amor di patria.

Solo la vita giorno dopo giorno, libera e senza ostacoli, solo qualche specchio ancora di tanto in tanto mi sorride e mi fa fermare a parlare con lui.

E poi, la vita che si dispiega, e svela le sue sfumature anche attraverso i miei pennelli.

Ecco la mia vita adesso, per te che ti fermi a leggere.

E’ magia pura. E la natura ne e’ parte.

E’ un ritmo celestiale, universale, che naviga sulle onde dell’amore.

Grazie luna, ancella del divino sulla terra per noi essere limitati dalla ragione umana, per avermi teso la mano e cullata nel tuo ventre dorato.

E grazie tu uomo possente, mascherato a volte dietro sinuose forme maschili, oh universo che tutti ci abbracci.

just one desire

I am nobody’s property

I am a human being

Got a sudden feeling of restriction

which freaked me out

I have

Just one desire

Freedom

From the self

From society

From manhood

From tyranny

From power

From slavery, mine and the others’

Just one desire tonight

Trapped in pretentiousness

Glossy images, chic silky themes,

beautifully crafted magenta slogans.

My mood is uplifted, my ego is boosted

Wanna run out of my flat,

join the group,

own the streets,

march in protest

Then I stop. In flashback.

Advertising is the perfect public sphere for a society geared towards consumption, markets and profit

Sounds like an old academic book

dust off my memory and recall

Marx, Durkheim and many more

Is it my dissent a hollow replication

of spoilt bourgeoisie’s children weeps?

They are trapped while trying to break

the same golden cage

that lock us all to hell…

Is it too late for St.Valentines?

could love be described as a good sentiment

commonly felt of regard and endearment?

or is it such a serious disease

that sends two at the same time to bed with ease?

and is it that the more you stay there in bed

the less you f**k about with our planet?

or is it that obsessive infatuation

can easily cause our ego’s inflation?

is there between us  cosmic connection

as we all originate from deep affection?

or is it that our most profound sensation

can lead to a life in extreme isolation?

could it be that our greatest problems’ solution

lies in a collective consciousness-revolution?

or do we need a charismatic face

to manoeuvre  us out of our fatal disgrace?

if the name of the day derives from “valens”meaning worthy

it’s never too late to rise in love altogether…

Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt

I am holding on to the mermaids’ chant
while it takes me
closer to the nest
there i can lay down
reinventing my life
through the warmth of your chest

Nel Tempio

Lui si alza ogni mattina e con passo leggero si avvicina a me.

Il suo corpo voluttuoso mi sfiora e mi fa librare in aria.

Boogie con andatura indifferente gli si accosta

con la coda sfiorandone quasi impercettibilmente le gambe

anche lei assaggiandone il calore e la profonda sensualita’

facendosi avvolgere in una interminabile delicatezza.

Poi prepariamo la colazione –

scandita dal fischio del bollitore

e dal suono irruente del frullatore –

ci sediamo e guardiamo negli occhi

eppur si’ increduli per la meravigliosa avventura

che si sviluppa libera

mentre noi abbandonati alla corrente della vita

ci lasciamo trasportare.

La spaceship che originariamente atterro’ di fronte Salween house

si e’ adesso trasformata in sacro tempio dell’amore.

Incensi profumati, preziosi olii d’oriente e colori pastello

adornano il nostro nido mentre col nostro amore

irroriamo di luce e calore

ogni momento

di questa mistica stagione

della nostra vita.

You Just Do It

sometimes you think life is heavy.

you see the world out-there staring at you almost

laughing perceiving

your weakness and waiting

for the right moment to jump

on you and make

you feel the

warmth of the ground

like in hot countries rocky beaches

kissed by the sun

one day life poses you a trick – either

you come or

break it.

listen bro, you come you win.

refuse to jump you break it, bro.

This is shit – they say

<So this is Rough Luxe>.

They call it.

<Half rough, half luxury>.

They say.

<A little bit of luxury in a rough part of London. A little bit of rough in a luxurious London>.

Oohh how sweet is that?

Price starting from £135 per night up to £250 per night, included in the price: shared facilities, no TV, and on request night-tour in kings’ cross area to meet the local dealers.

<Guests at a Rough Luxe hotel might share a bathroom or have a small room, but the luxury is in the choice of the wine, the bed linen, the art on the walls and the people looking after you>.

they add.

….

please reader and friend, do me a little favour, have some more little fun on

roughluxe site

Dejame llorar

Persona

fiori

e’ stato come un sogno,

un candido dono caduto dal paradiso di fronte ai suoi piedi

un fiore prezioso e delicato

bisognoso di amore e di attenzione

e di dolcezza e di ammirazione

una pianta

forte eppur fragile

finche’ il casuale destinatario

dimenticandone l’originale caduta

accosto’ il fiore in un angolo buio e remoto

lasciandolo marcire tra polvere ed umido

Mildwild

and when you come close and your energy fights with mine

they mingle they dance they give our bodies a chance

your island, gingery mild

my jungle, rough and wild

the universe watching us

anyone else in disbelief

that’s how magic life can be

tyranny

how many shapes has tyranny?

how does it manifest?

and cultural taboos, how do they change people lifes??

and why am i pushing it so hard,

where do i wanna get,

when it seems like my wings are cut?

someone killed me last night

i was walking up the stairs. two men were with me. One for sure g, the other probably the Other. the building was very bright, it reminded me of the Guggenheim museum in NY, with its peculiar spiral stairs.

all in a sudden, yes all in a sudden, i heard a gunshot. it was against me. it hit me exactly in the nape. we were all silent for some time and looking at each other eyes. we were trying to understand what happened. I kept on with my conversation and then i said, <am I dead?>

I suppose i was. but did not feel anything, any pain, any fear, and i was still standing, in front of g. and the Other whose features were somehow blurred was standing there somewhere. Most probably he shot me.

so i got shot and then i told g. that i was dead, i am dead, it’s finished i am dead.

and i went up the stairs. feeling the same. with a hole in the back of my neck, without bleeding.

…..shushhh…

…shushhhh…..say it quietly….someone out there can hit it otherwise…

shushhhh….think it quietly……the child was just born the child is small….

shushhhh…..think it quietly……

yesterday

yesterday i thought,

<make love your goal> has got a meaning

i was struggling now every day i would wake up with this tiny

ineffable prayer in my head

today a new beam lit up my mind

love is a means, not an end in itself

love takes people’s body and heads

and drive them towards full enjoyment

of which very few preconceptions exist

only dreams that by magic become reality

and that’s what love really is

pampered

bro, i feel like pampered alone in my bed

got the feeling something is in the air

got a big smile on my face

and funny i had to hide it under the sheets this morning

‘cos if you got pain you can’t smile right?

this is how i learned

i took two pain killers and they are fighting down there

might re-fall asleep soon

just laughing

a bit of emptiness

i’m feeling inside

and you that are reading now, you might even have an answer?

you might keep it for yourself

than come back from time to time

to see where it has evolved

and laugh while i don’t know

your face and your eyes

you imagine me

like a sweet creature

endowed with some power

that she can’t handle

you might think i am a little butterfly

kissed by femininity

and a strong desire to explore

the human bodies and follies of love and life itself

you might imagine

all this my unknown reader

i am writing to you now

flux

i am knackered
and flattered
about life in general
i am aware i have put in motion
a lot of people
who are very very close to me
my family
and all my brothers
and their energy can’t but be positive
so i have abandoned myself now
to this flux
and let it takes me WHEREVER
like your spaceship perhaps
i also realised
that if i trust the water
it will only support me
and i won’t sink
nor suffocate

homage to my poet

i wrote to my poet this morning at ten

to give me a quick fix to help me to stand

he hasn’t replied to my prey not yet

i guess he’s away? who knows the rest

can’t have enough of this craziness

is taking my brain my sadness away

my poet made me laugh my poet let me talk

my poet a storyteller who travelled the world

he stopped for a while to breathe some new air

and found on his way this nice young girl

she’s kept well hidden on a grey dusty corner

to wait for the moment to enter the wonders

she loves this all, her life is back

and cherish the poet for waking her up

 

 

 

 

My Life in Rhyme, PART I

It all seems to evolve around the wait

I am waiting, again

long time has gone by since i last used this phrase.

the walls around me were brighter,

it was the pink bedroom where i spent my childhood.

still hurts every time i go back

so much the suffering I spread into that

tiny cosy space surprisingly it never fell

on the contrary

kept stable and well

as if embracing me and giving me a kiss

every time I’d say

my energy for living was fading away

such was the feeling of when i was younger,

and such was the grief with which i grew up.

not entirely dependent on me,

should i dare to say now

young girls are sensitive and too naïf

and absorbing someone’s else pain

is very easy at that age

swore to god I’d never fail

then the time suddenly arrived

when i looked at my parents’ scars

just as signs of life outbursts

an expression of deep desire

madly funnelled into fire…

i got nut i got wild

all those years to realize

such a common, self-evident truth

yet well disguised under a deep rooted taboo

escaping to restart was a teenager first aid

took a flight and landed to London

its grey sky would fill me again with sorrow

got homesick and thought a way out

an exotic man would sort me out

he was welcomed with great surprise

with suspicion but not disdain

from my catholic relatives back home

the folks, the friends and all people i’ve known

who hardly smile who hardly shine

a sense of guiltiness so deeply ingrained

still now I keep carrying all that shade

good morning sunshine

Good morning world,

And good morning you all,

Sorry for waking you up,

But felt like sharing this moment, this joy

A ray of sun heating my bedroom window today

Woke up with strong desire,

Of love, hunger and surprise

Of ancient chants and remote dancers

Jumping and running and cycling

The smile of the guy at the off license

Made me think how close I am

To the human mind

To the inner thoughts

Of sweet living beings

Struggling to hide their wants

 

 

 

 

wish a man

[…]

transport and support me

with masculine strength

gently stroking my skin

and touching my spiral end

until i can be lifted into the air

and be penetrated with pride

as if it was the last ever time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just means to an end?

we are not inter-connected, i believe. we are a manifestation of the same energy? principle? spirit? god? anima mundi? Zeitgeist? call it anyhow, each one of us a unique manifestation of the same principle, this essence which transforms seeds into green plants and worms into butterflies and an egg, a tiny little egg, into who we are when we realize it. the common thread that when the light is off ceases to develop and fall into obscurity, without oxygen suffocating and turning into ash, slowly, disappearing, to the senses of us living beings.

So then what? What is the purpose of my life? How does this glimpse change my perceptions?

And today with me zig-zagging Covent garden to get two lattes, and the green man strangely turning green every time I would turn around and change direction, today I just though that maybe one reason could be, that we’re just means to an end. Microcosms reflecting macrocosm, some self-destructive some constructive? Something out there or in-there or in-here just pushing and slowly overtaking the self-destructiveness side of things to breath energy and create value. It does not depend on me. I shall chant harder and harder to abandon my body to this superior ineffable motion.

esplosione

con moto naturale,

cavalcono i corpi a ritmo stellare verso una duplice esplosione.

si fondono nell’universo.

ed e’ vita nuova. 

the blessing of oblivion

a quick glance to wipe out

all the emotions that can exist on earth.

if all this is true, don’t know

sometimes

clearly a sign

leaving me

profoundly disturbed.

so close but then so distant,

so so distant.

Keep seeing it

with the eyes of

a <puritan capitalist>

Only Black and White in things,

Good or Bad.

Evil and Guiltiness

my gloomy companions.

Monsters staring at me with fire eyes

as if waiting

for the <wrong> move

that they’ll jump on me but

not killing me, not.

Biting my stomach

from inside

so that

not a drop of crazy blood

could be expelled

to be then reborn again.

Everything stays inside

to rot for a while

until i purify my soul

and my body

with

the blessing of oblivion.

dual explosion

dreamt that we climbed a tree and found a nest
and we didn't wear clothes,so you can imagine the rest
we lay down in there very close together
gently stroked each other's bodies,like with a feather
then nature herself set us in motion
we were riding together towards dual explosion
our souls melted to one in the fire of love
and all the birds smiled watching from above

you’re freaking me out

that was the silence before the storm
and i love our game without any norm
i imagine we met in this wondersome maze
connecting together in endless grace
come a bit closer,i don't wanna shout
in the best of all meanings-you're freaking me out
no worries my love,your words aren't rough
they make me want more,can't get enough
we're having dinner at the house of my mate
and then off to Brixton to dance till late
i'll take your energy right onto the floor
and moving to the rhythm i'll feel it more

so gentle so pure

i want to try to say silly things
which only a few people might care to read
one is that i love to write
the other is you give me the drive
when i think of you my friend
suddenly something bursts in my head
a bubble a circle obscuring my sense
all i wanna do is going into trance
find you in a labyrinth among other strange things
touching your body, seeing how it feels
my hands my arms my lips my soul
all over you,
all that at once
now my friend you might not like this game
the things that i say
or just how i wish to behave  
sometimes i know this gets a bit harsh
is this playing with people? turning them into hash? 
you look to me so gentle
you look to me so pure
….
….
…

Finally?

don’t say bye….
…..
i bought still life with a woodpecker
…
you can come to collect your book anytime
…
and your coat
….
….
i’d like to see you
…
…..

.

reply

planting a seed,how you describe here in brief
is exactly what i liked to achieve
because i quite well know from my own life
that after a flight you feel full of fresh drive
but i understand that the time's gotta be right
otherwise it's more a crash than a flight
this month's full moon has been great
thanks ever so much,bye for now my mate

Almost

just need some time for silence.
I have given too much, believe me.
I feel very weak now.
I am recharging my soul and body and brain.
Work in progress for striking a good balance.
Wish the day comes soon that I don’t have to deal with all this work any more.
For now, the time is not right.
I know.
Soon I will be ready to open up myself completely to a new world.
Start to fly (again). For real, for real.
I am happy for all this.
You planted a powerful seed on me, a very fertile seed.
That was the first time for me.
It’s magic. It’s live.
It’s great.
Thank you my handsome poet.

Out-of-Office

Queen is temporarily unavailable.

She will be back soon,

shining bright, powerful, smiling,

Please leave a message of love,

Thanks

special play 3

no no,you can't do that my love
please just relax,don't switch it off
the special play is yours and mine
and i won't talk to you in rhyme
my dear i'm not a message board
not keeping it safe that would be fraud
there is some things i'd never do
and one of them is troubling you
i wish i'd be now on a mount
take off my shoes and run around
i'd take all my strength and rush down the tilt
and feel how my arms get with feathers filled
i'd choose a space eagle for my avatar
and i'd spiral out there no matter how far
maybe out past the moon in the blink of my eye
i tell you my friend it's so good to fly
i'd see our little world in the zoom
and i'd hope very much that i heard from you soon

special play 2

if I switched it off
what would you think
how would you look at me
next time we meet
what would you say
our special play
how am I sure
you keep it safe?

Special play

i very much like that you try to smile
and i promise i'll smile too in a very short while
your letter got me a little struck
i wish you knew i'm safe as ****
have i typed in something bad?
if so that made me rather sad
please don't get lost,feel strong and free
and enjoy exploring the galaxy
and what about the love we shared
the passion for the creative word
closing my eyes i see no way
to finish now this special play
alright Rose,i'll stop for now soon
climb onto the roof and howl to the moon
to make her help me before it's too late
that things gonna work out really great

Today’s coffee special: los manantiales naranjo

I’ll continue, but only to hear your words.

You’re asking to close my eyes, I see only holes

I’m forcing myself, to go far beyond.

Reality is, I’m scared to get lost…..

 

Sitting on my own, in Monmouth coffee place

Close by to two men, enjoying their date

I’m waiting to see if he comes along,

the guy with a red shirt, who first struck my soul

I’d like to stay here, as much as I can,

But time is a challenge, my break close to end

Returning again on dull spreadsheet files

I’ll think of all this, and try to smile….