SITE:/ation 9th Ward Nola
Not a day passes without me remembering where and how I was last year this time. The miracles of time, place, and memories. Except for Divine Mercy my life living independently came dangerously close to being over. Being in a nursing home and then at Minnie’s house with an open surgical wound in a constant pain level of five plus taught me how to dig deep and be thankful for every breath. Acute pain was teaching me how to cowboy up and stop drowning myself in memories of yesterday. Forgive and move forward because our circumstances can change on a daily basis. It’s the journey, not the destination unless the travel place is Nouvelle Orleans.
It’s taken me a week to lift the veil of the New Orleans Spell. The shifting sediment of the Mississippi River continuously renews the land of the 9th Ward. The land has an energy and creative spirit born out of being flooded so many times by apocalyptic amounts of hurricane rain. Each drowning of the land brings a rebirth of seeds of hope that produce art demonstrating survivance in New Orleans style. Music, dance, art, fabrics, and fashion are ingrained into the soul of the 9th Ward. It’s timeless! Now the Mississippi Delta has freed indigo blue as medicine through SITE:/ation. And, as Olivia Butler teaches, “What we change, changes us!”
Fiber Art by Carola 