Like a new pair of shoes, I’m not yet sure how 2022 fits. I’ve not quite landed, nor have a sense of a change in the zietgeist. I’m not rushing forward, though also not staying static. Kind of how I’m looking forward to watching Don’t Look Up tonight, at the same time dreading it. (Interesting side note: we were set to watch it last night when the power went out for about four hours. Augury?)
The image featured for this post is the painting my mom was working on when she died in 2008. I used it as the canvas and added a few doodles of solarpunk features–I’m sure you can tell my doodles from my mom’s who created and taught fine art. I don’t know what she intended to add to this unfinished work. At some point, I’ll connect with her and ask. Or perhaps she was guiding my hand a bit today.
Soon, I’ll have an article on the Columbia U sustainability ed website about solarpunk. I’ll write much more about the aesthetic, the container, the movement, the genre when it posts. In the meantime: