Sister GlitterNullius and Sister Ninny Nurdles belong to a religious order locked into a complex love/hate relationship with plastic! Can they absolve you of your plastic-waste sins?
Hello my children! Come in my dears! I have a little plastix question I’d like to put to you… when the plastix madness is over, what will be left? I heard said…’plastic doesn’t go extinct’… what do you think?…
In these times troubled times and depending upon how you view the world, these are always troubled times… If we cannot install decolonised equity, bring peace and cause healing amongst humans, what hope is there for our non-human brothers and sisters who are dependent upon us for their survival… If our four lords of capitalism, consumerism, colonialism and Catholicism continue to reign… What will be left?… Do you think the micro-plastix will be lonely without us?
Bless you my child for you have sinned. We are all sinners. Although you strive to be a conscious consumer, your sins against the environment are the same sins against your children’s future. For what we, in this western world have done, what we do now, is the legacy we leave behind. The impact of plastix upon all our children is already detrimental. Your children are not just those that you tuck in at night and send off to school. Your children are also the beings of the Land. The plants and animals also depend upon your nurturing and vigilance.
We all have much to learn and be responsible for.
As I set your penance I do so with a heart that is both hopeful and heavy. The Penance I set for you my child is that you watch the complete video The Story of Plastic with your children and face the questions they ask. Do so in the name of all natures children, human and non-human.
Do so in the name of all living things as equals. Go in a million, trillion plastic pieces.
Come in children, come in… This confession hits close for many artists who Belong to or feel strong connections to this Land, the environment and it’s Ancestors human and non-human.
Come in my beautiful Brother, my Uncle, my Grandfather Come in Ngurran….sit with me and talk a while… Take a seat beside me and let me hold your hand. Your pain is known well by all our creatures, land, water and sky… the moon and sun watch over us while we live in an everywhen, most often without an everyhow…
My beautiful Brother, truth-teller and a messenger, it is sacred duty. I see your hands are full with the struggles and spirits of our endangered non-human Brothers, Sisters and Ancestors. I see your heart breaking under the weight of the knowledge that you must carry and the warnings you must sound.
I cannot lift the beauty or burden of your duty but only offer thee comfort. We are all products of our environment. You and I live in two worlds. My Brother you are a Son of the environment, Nature is your Mother. I can point you Home. Go Home, where journey is possible. Go Home to where you live or Home to your Belonging people. Let new ways be old ways and old be new. Become an apprentice of our Ancestors as you live in the modern world.
I share your sadness and the barbed tricks of the modern world. Forgive me my Brother, I know I do not leave you in peace and that is my failing.
