CHANNILLO
Series Description:
At the brink of societal and environmental collapse: On the rugged, rural southern coast of Oregon where the wild Rogue River meets the dramatic Pacific Ocean.
Angler Connection brings the depths of the seas direct to consumers around the country. The traditions of time-held fishing practices directly butt up against the sustainable viability of the very philosophy it stands upon here, daily.
Echoed by the tragic lack of king salmon runs and landed albacore tuna temperatures topping historic acceptable numbers.
The lines between reality and fantasy become increasingly skewed and the keen eyes of those that hold the wisdom of watching the cycles of vast species of marine life over entire eras become a wealth of warning. For those paying close attention, the sharp narrowing of seafood bioavailability is the beginning of an end. In the spirit of optimistic ingenuity, here are the stories of shifting opportunity within the hidden underbelly of the remaining few; proud pescetarians.
Category/Genre(s): Science Fiction, Paranormal, Mystery/Thriller, HumorUpdated: Monthly
Status: Ongoing
Author Bio For Coral Gypsy:
Coral Gypsy was born on a littered beach of the imagination of Katharine Emily Niebling.
Giving voice to the sea and meaning to the mess. Granting forgiveness to an irresponsible past but not by turning a blind eye. Rather, piecing together the clues to turn trash into treasure with reverence to a more harmonious future.
I’d run along the shores of Nantucket island in the quiet misty mornings, feeling the dynamic power of sand and sea carry my feet steady and strong, forward. I began to notice someone or something speaking to me on my tidal jaunts. Inner guidance, a higher power, a larger force, a greater message, a calling…
Everytime I would go to the beach on this beautiful island, litter was strewn everywhere. These were the same beaches I spent my childhood collecting shells and seaglass (yes old school litter) and building sandcastles on. Dead birds now washed up regularly and polluted the beach further, along with plastic nets in matted knots. A landscape once brimming with life, a coalescence of worlds at the shore, now muted and empty. The sparkle of energy that can only happen with the magic in a crashing wave - had dwindled. Like an old neglected house, gray and disarray were awfully apparent. The winds sounded wanting of witness to the destruction, but wise in knowing it’s inevitable fall regardless who’s listening.
I began to look forward to collecting litter on my beach runs; mylar balloons started making a regular appearance even though they’d been banned on Nantucket years ago.
That’s the pervasive thing about the ocean- it doesn’t care about our boundaries. Those are constructs.
Anyway, they were always the balloons that say something in relation to the specific celebration they’re for. It became a synchronistic-infused ritual to think of them as messages from above, below and all around. Washed up in perfect time for me to find sacred meaning in a moment.
Alchemy through artistic interpretation, inspired by the accompanying heartbreak from the degradation of environmental wonders in mixed matrix media.
Series Description:
At the brink of societal and environmental collapse: On the rugged, rural southern coast of Oregon where the wild Rogue River meets the dramatic Pacific Ocean.
Angler Connection brings the depths of the seas direct to consumers around the country. The traditions of time-held fishing practices directly butt up against the sustainable viability of the very philosophy it stands upon here, daily.
Echoed by the tragic lack of king salmon runs and landed albacore tuna temperatures topping historic acceptable numbers.
The lines between reality and fantasy become increasingly skewed and the keen eyes of those that hold the wisdom of watching the cycles of vast species of marine life over entire eras become a wealth of warning. For those paying close attention, the sharp narrowing of seafood bioavailability is the beginning of an end. In the spirit of optimistic ingenuity, here are the stories of shifting opportunity within the hidden underbelly of the remaining few; proud pescetarians.
Category/Genre(s): Science Fiction, Paranormal, Mystery/Thriller, HumorUpdated: Monthly
Status: Ongoing
Author Bio For Coral Gypsy:
Coral Gypsy was born on a littered beach of the imagination of Katharine Emily Niebling.
Giving voice to the sea and meaning to the mess. Granting forgiveness to an irresponsible past but not by turning a blind eye. Rather, piecing together the clues to turn trash into treasure with reverence to a more harmonious future.
I’d run along the shores of Nantucket island in the quiet misty mornings, feeling the dynamic power of sand and sea carry my feet steady and strong, forward. I began to notice someone or something speaking to me on my tidal jaunts. Inner guidance, a higher power, a larger force, a greater message, a calling…
Everytime I would go to the beach on this beautiful island, litter was strewn everywhere. These were the same beaches I spent my childhood collecting shells and seaglass (yes old school litter) and building sandcastles on. Dead birds now washed up regularly and polluted the beach further, along with plastic nets in matted knots. A landscape once brimming with life, a coalescence of worlds at the shore, now muted and empty. The sparkle of energy that can only happen with the magic in a crashing wave - had dwindled. Like an old neglected house, gray and disarray were awfully apparent. The winds sounded wanting of witness to the destruction, but wise in knowing it’s inevitable fall regardless who’s listening.
I began to look forward to collecting litter on my beach runs; mylar balloons started making a regular appearance even though they’d been banned on Nantucket years ago.
That’s the pervasive thing about the ocean- it doesn’t care about our boundaries. Those are constructs.
Anyway, they were always the balloons that say something in relation to the specific celebration they’re for. It became a synchronistic-infused ritual to think of them as messages from above, below and all around. Washed up in perfect time for me to find sacred meaning in a moment.
Alchemy through artistic interpretation, inspired by the accompanying heartbreak from the degradation of environmental wonders in mixed matrix media.