Survival Tale
Ignorance is the parent of fear. Herman Melville More than a whale tale, Moby-Dick is an epic allegory about survival
Tiny Coronavirus Stories: ‘Living somewhere in the machine’
I’m depriving my skin of material correspondence and withdrawing the ability to contact other bodies. My skin feels the loss. I envy the machine who can survive without touch. I video-call constantly: uploading myself, my eyes present, moving mouth and megapixel skin. I see other bodies, but not like I know them. Flickering, stuttering, fading. I’m becoming gradually “other.” I’m getting to know my computational personality. I’m feeding my electronic body. It exists without feeling, without pain, grief, or humor. I’m living somewhere in the machine, both here and there, existing in between multiple borders, staring at the unknown.
— Molly McAndrews (Plymouth, Devon, UK)
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Theatre for a Climate Crisis in a Globalized World
A Model for Local Action I. As of mid-April 2020 (when this piece was written), somewhere between two and three billion
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Revisiting HOLOSCENES During the Global Pandemic
On May 13, 2020, in the middle of the global pandemic, the NYU Abu Dhabi Arts Center in the United
A Call for Arts & Climate Courses and Syllabi
We are in the process of developing a new resource for this platform, collecting a database of academic programs, courses,
Tiny Coronavirus Stories: ‘What is the rain to give me permission to forget?’
Yesterday, I saw the heavens open up. I stood in the grass, arms uplifted, and marveled at the gentle teardrops streaking through the air. For a moment, I forgot who I was. For a moment, it was like I didn’t exist.
That night, as I sat in my room accompanied by the groaning sky, I thought I had been deceived. Amidst our crumbling world, an unfeeling moment feels like a betrayal. Today, impulse leans us toward hyperawareness — not apathy.
What is the rain to give me permission to forget? What is the rain to patch that hole?
— Claire Yuan (Woodbridge, Connecticut)
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Black Lives Matter
“The way that we win on mitigating climate change is to enforce government accountability to its citizens and right now,
It Starts with Us
Young Women’s Reflections on Performance Intersecting with Climate Part of developing an empowered public voice is being able to take
Tiny Coronavirus Stories: ‘The unrelenting stillness of this time’
It’s summertime and the cat’s pink paws are turning black. Lentigo, says Google. The spots will spread over time. I wonder if the cat notices. These spots are as unsightly and asymmetrical as our most tender bruises: that thing I wish I’d never said, your secret I couldn’t keep. It is the unrelenting stillness of this time that is most unsettling—there is, at last, nowhere to hide from the self. The comforts of modern life (yoga studios, trinket shops) dutifully obscured the truest things we will ever know: who we are, alone at night, our paw spots spreading insidiously, imperceptibly.
— Stephanie Nicolard (Los Angeles, California)
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Climate Storytelling Collaborative Practices: an Artful Process and Adaptation
Jennie Carlisle and Laura England are both part of the Climate Stories Collaborative at Appalachian State University in North Carolina.
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