Black-Eyed Supply

Haven’t posted any updates on my vest in a pretty long time!

Finally finished the back patch I’ve been working on for weeks.

My solarpunk is not just about flower-covered fashion and far-off futures.

My solarpunk is about sustainability, about community, about anti-capitalism. It encompasses ecofeminism, afrofuturism, radical queer politics.

My solarpunk is about urban gardening and renewable energy, about food sovereignty, and public transportation. It’s solarpunk to take the bus. It’s solarpunk to buy used clothes.

My solarpunk rejects current notions of “environmentalism” that place rich, privileged people at the top. My solarpunk realizes that it is the rich that create environmental disasters and the poor that suffers. My solarpunk realizes that radical change will not come from the corporations, but from the bottom up, from the inner cities and the reservations and the slums.

My solarpunk stands with indigenous sovereignties, with reproductive justice, with antiracism, with anticonsumption, with unions, with liberation theology.

“Sun”

-In the first bite of warm homemade bread

-The smell of cooking from the stove

- Steam floating off tea

-When you are exhausted and lay your head on your pillow and it sinks into the softness

-Bubbles in the bath

-Wind on a warm day, caressing your hair

-Catching someone you love watching you, smiling.

-A little text “I’m thinking of you”

-That stone you kick down the street for 2 blocks

-The half open pinecone that you pick up from the neighbors lawn

-Laying in the new spring flowers

-Sitting in cozy blankets watching the snow drift down

-That moment you caught something you almost dropped

-The idea that pops into your view, and you run with it