The Geography We is a story.It’s a story told by Caldera youth.It’s a story that comes to life with voices, imagination, and creativity.It’s a story of connection to Caldera, school, family, community, and each other.It’s a story expressed through artwork and the power of the creative process.
The universe is born of fire. Some fires we conjure, some we capture, and some grow wild. Others transform. A forest begins to heal itself after a fire; a once-still volcano erupts with power and beauty; soft, moldable clay becomes a sturdy structure in the heat of a kiln. How do you transform? What sparks you? How are you a part of transformation around you?
The sun is central to all living things on Earth. It is constant.We each move through life with a spark of sun inside us and our gathered light intensifies when we are together. Like the sun, we are dynamic and powerfully bright.Where is your brilliance? What is your energy source? How do you respond to flares and outages in your power? How do you shine?
Life is wild, and it is all around us.Among the animals, we learn to be tender, tough, and creative. Their beauty and diversity inspires us to great works of compassion and art. Wildlife helps us understand our unique position in the world–and to treasure nature everywhere it flourishes, even within ourselves.
The land is a great gift–and a great responsibility.It has always been our home and our most important resource. Our food, our water and our shelter all come from the earth. Its beauty inspires us–from its soaring, snow-capped mountains and deep blue lakes to its vast plains and rolling green hills. There are new mysteries to discover every day in the ground beneath our feet.
If the sun is a star and we are all made of stardust, how will we decide to shine? Good Sis challenged the campers to respond to this question by telling their unique stories across multiple mediums. Starting with written poetry, the students then translated their stories into audio recordings and prints. The recordings were featured on the KBOO Community Radio program The Underground.
Students: Amor, Flutter, Frosted Flakes, Kidd, Mad Man, McLovin, Neptunalis, Night Cloud, Patito, Randomocity, Replay, Songbird, Talavou
Location: The Annex at the Caldera Arts Center
There will be bad days,
If for a moment you think no one knows what you are going through,
Dig a little deeper, look a little harder,
Because everyone has been victim to feeling useless.
Despite your greatest instincts telling yourself that you’re the only one,
you have to believe that they were wrong.
There will be grey days,
But unless you reach up to scrape the dark smog away,
You will never find the moon and stars are waiting for you,
They were made for you.
Make your dreams lucid to the world,
Be as wild as the flower emerging from the cracks in the concrete,
Beautiful because it does not know it is not supposed to grow there.
There will be bad days,
Take a breath,
Open each hand slowly,
Now let go.
How can you illustrate water?
It seems impossible because you can see it with your eyes
but its complicated to put it down on paper.
Maybe putting water down on paper could be lyrically
with how someone flows or literally
pouring a glass of water on a piece of paper.
I don’t know why this topic is on my mind…..
probably because I’m sitting
in front of this giant blue lake.
My lungs swell with an innumerable amount of particles
Within me, I now have everything that’s ever existed
Every soul that was ever born and any life that has ever passed
All is now within me
Together we reach for the stars
Alone I reach for what’s beyond
I have dreams of walking on Neptune
I have dreams that everything is me and me is everything
My lungs relax to expel all that is not my own
Now I am only myself
but somehow I am still everything else.
A rose so beautiful
So pure and so unique
A rose that can be related
To each and everyone of
If only you were to look closely
The thorns represent the pain
And sorrows people go through
The stem symbolizes
That even though life can be rough
You can still grow from your experiences
Last but not least is the
Beautiful bloomed rose
Which means that
After all the good and bad
Moments in your life
You can still become
A Beautiful Rose
We follow unsaid rules and don’t blink an eye
We’re taught cowgirls always cook and cowboys don’t cry
they say it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be fine
but these binaries are killing us, they make kids wanna die
We look in the mirror and change up our hair
to conform to sick rules we know that aren’t there
I want you to know this I want you to hear
these binaries are nightmares, these binaries are fear
Who said blue is for boys and pink is for girls
I just don’t understand how that conquered the world
kids getting bullied ‘cause they wear the wrong clothes
We’re hurtin’ each other for something so low
on the spectrum of things that matter at all
We telling boys to be monsters and girls to be dolls
What happened here that we let something so small
become something so huge that it brings us down to a crawl
A crawl towards equality, a crawl away from fear
It feels so far off but it still feels so near
we need to let go now we need to move around
because I’m telling you these binaries they’ll tear the world down.
Time is infinite
A wide range, filled with
Why not enjoy
The moments we have
Because a few seconds from now, is
Why put a time on the
Each nook and cranny in the universe is home to
Dictating what happens next
So to label phases in the three short words
Why count up the hours when you are lonely,
Than have ‘time’ fly by while having fun?
So forget all the labels and just
While you are here
Someone is there, experiencing something different
“Are my observations out of date?”
We aren’t all on the same page
In the same time
Does the hot sun,
Choose my destiny?
So while I stay here
Am I wasting
Are grains of sand falling
From a sacred hourglass
Until my time is up?