i like rebellious. i’ve always been, in a peaceful sort of way. i started questioning the day i started talking. the things that didn’t make sense i questioned more to try and make sense of them. there’s still a lot that i don’t fully comprehend, most of it related to the stuckness of the human species. that includes me too since i’m a part of this wheel that goes round and round…
as children we’re told to not question authority, to do as we’re told. that’s a way to keep us in our place, so that as we go through the phases of our lives, we don’t bother to question the injustices that happen.
don’t get trapped in that. don’t believe the lie of that. it will cage you into a self-imposed prison that will eat you up inside.
question everything. take nothing at face value. study life. examine it. explore it from every possible angle. get into the thick and juicy of it. taste it. hear it. scream it. take it inside of you. participate fully. socialize, revelize, materialize. participate fully.
i became involved in photojournalism work after the events of 9.11, attending protests and demonstrations against the illegal actions (occupations) of our government. i felt strongly that our dissent needed a voice, needed to be documented, so that our children and future generations knew that we were speaking out and rising up. i started photographing and writing about the dissent, posting my articles on Portland Indymedia, (an online open publishing newswire) under the alias peace rebel girl.
i don’t personally subscribe to the idea that hope has the power to change the corruption of the system. Change requires honesty, simplicity, equality and the commitment to put those ideas into practice on a continual basis. The first place to start is in our own lives, making the commitment to refuse to cower to a system that keeps us a prisoner of it. The only way to do this is to possess an intrepid resolve that leaves no room for fear, a rEvolution of the heart.