Ella Dawn McGeough

negotiating: sticky sites of affection & infection, influence & inheritance, obligation & commitment, encounter & entanglement, dreaming & waking, inside & outside, you & me, us & we

riding: the breath of that common wind

thinking: about recent or upcoming projects & sustained conversations with artists Helen Cho, Derek Coulombe, Patrick Cruz, Liza Eurich, FASTWÜRMS, Stefana Fratila, Maggie Groat, Jessica Groome, KikoSounds, Faith La Rocque, Katie Lyle, Colin Miner, Tegan Moore, Sarah Nasby, Ella Tetrault, Dustin Wilson; curators/writers John Goodwin, Jacqueline Mabey, Lillian O’Brien Davis, Daniella Sanader

working: on Moire--an artist-run publisher--at our own, unhurried pace

making: (SSHRC-funded ◔ω◔) practice-based research shaped and supported by my doctoral committee at York University: Yvonne Singer, Dan Adler, and Allyson Mitchell

teaching: curriculum at institutions across Canada (Guelph, Toronto, Victoria) and China (Beijing, Wuhu) while practicing pedagogy as artistic practice to radically reimagine relation and communication via play, thought-experiments, (witch)craft, dreams, sustained mentorship, study/writing-groups, and collaborations that nourish collectivist modes of participation

living: in the area known as Toronto/Tkaronto on land cared for by the Anishinabek Nation, the Haudenosaunee Confederacy, and the Huron-Wendat. By acknowledging Indigenous Relations, I recognize the violence that makes my presence as a daughter of Slavic-descent on these lands possible, while nonetheless being thankful for the refuge my ancestors found here. Within these words, I pronounce my personal responsibility to confront the enduring impacts of colonialism

reflecting: upon how, raised an hour from the city recently-named Vancouver on the unceded territories of Coast Salish Peoples-specifically the Kwantlen|qʼʷa:n̓ƛʼən̓, Katzie|q̓ic̓əy̓, Semiahmoo|SEMYOME, and Tsawwassen|sc̓əwaθən məsteyəxʷ Nations-and how I could have grown up speaking these names without knowing what they mean or to whom they belong

trying: to reach not the point where one no longer says I, but the point where it is no longer of any importance (heyhey D&G)

rangling: Miwwi & Mooni