What’s coming together for you this week?
Collage and poetry prompts based on member work!
What’s coming together?
Helloooooo!
Lots of beautiful work is coming together in the FOUND MAGIC Ritual Lab this month, so today’s newsletter is full of prompts built around participant images. 🎁
Grab yer notebooks and collage/write with us!
Temple Building: Construct a sacred space from collage elements.
It Came From Outer Space: This image depicts a great visitation— tell the world about it in an epic poem.
The End of Reality is the Beginning of a Book: Using this image as though it’s the cover of your book, write the first page of “The End of Reality”
You & Me: Observe the messages and forms in each of the previous images and imagine these pictures are in dialogue. What’s being communicated?
Power in Numbers: What does ‘power in numbers’ look like to you? Construct your own collage.
Self Portrait Play: Using found elements, create a self portrait that doesn’t actually show you as we might know you in this realm…
A Prayer For Keeping Real: Write this prayer.
As Above So Below: construct an image of two worlds at once.
Help Yourself: Construct an image of an impossible situation or write a series of instructions for helping yourself.
Prompt images today are from Elisa, Cam, Nina, Neon, Krisztina & myself. Thank you all for sharing your beauty!
I look forward to seeing everyone’s responses & will be checking in with the RitLab crew in the chat throughout the week 💕 But for now I’m hopping on a plane for some much-anticipated bestie time in Boston!
Xoxo
Book page 1:
Reality is an industrial nightmare. The Queen modeled her reign by posing her crustaceous cranium wielding the sun; red and powerful. Nothing works like it should. All she cares about is our is the appearance of power. What is power anyway? The news came on and another ad for industrial vents… large metal, cold and uncaring. The heat is unbearable. This place is arid and hot. No one covets the sun anymore. Then the old man came…have you ever heard of rain?
It Came from Outer Space:
Black plague with bird masked doctors wielding staffs to orchestrate the cleanse.
Parading through the stars, unaware of the being above.
Tentacles reaching, light green casting a glow beneath, breathe.
Where do we go from here?