on a quiet day

Just a couple of weeks ago I found myself cutting out shapes from magazine pages and scrap paper.

Nothing particular in mind, just another odd compulsion. But I’ve been me all these years now, I’m used to this, I don’t give it another thought.

Some good will come of it. Meanwhile, I’ve got a heap of hands and fish and butterflies and cats and things. As you do.

Then this began to evolve.


Now I’m as curious as the next person: What does this mean?


Last year I was doing this (again, no idea why). 


So I carry on, still not knowing, but enjoying the bejeepers out of the process.

Perhaps that’s reason enough, right?


The words that I remember as I play join the page, they get buried in the mix.


Somewhere under and amongst these layers sit the words:

“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it.

To deprive it of oxygen.

To shame it. To mock it.



With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories.

Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe




The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.

Remember this:

We be many and they be few.

They need us more than we need them.



Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”


– from Arundhati Roy, War Talk

Author: Mixy

artist, thing maker & idea magpie. I am making it all up, one bit at a time.

22 thoughts on “on a quiet day”

      1. I’m not good with computers but there’s already a comment on my blog about your post, so you’ll have to check in now and then because I don’t know how to send the comments to you. I’m really sorry about that. This is such an outstanding post I truly wanted everyone to see it because it’s that wonderful.

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  1. Hi Gigi is right this is wonderful. I love the process. I’m all about that journey and enjoying every minute of it. I love all your art. So beautifully colorful and I love that hands reaching. 😄


  2. What power in this post of yours. I’m covered in goosebumps! I “feel” Truth here as well, along with your words, your creations reveal to all that have eyes to see that the deceptions have begun to be revealed for what they are and WE THE PEOPLE are coming together as ONE BODY proclaiming another way, the Way of Beauty. How you have given me my Hope back today. Thank you from the bottom of my Heart! I hear the New too when my breath is quiet and my heartbeat loud, standing still in the middle of nowhere with nothing but Mother around me. I hear it too. Her Beat is getting louder!!!

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