A heron and their habitat. Not just Great Blue Heron but Huge Ass Blue Heron, towering above us. Flapping in the diesel tinged wind of our traffic. Me and my La Lupita breath huffing shellac (made of beetles) to protect a beast bigger than the indoors from the acid rain outside. I’m working on shifting my scale, human scale, in time and size: 450 million years of horseshoe crabs, heron talons large enough to scoop me from the Woonasquatucket River, were I fool enough to swim there.
Instead, I am grateful to have been bathed in the help of many friends, new and old, who used their hands and hours toward the creation of this cardboard kin. I'm humbled by the challenge of building "nature" together.
Eli Nixon builds portals and gives guided tours to places that don’t yet exist, or already exist but call for imaginative intervention. They are a settler-descended genderqueer clown, a cardboard constructionist, and a maker of plays, puppets, parades, pageants, suitcase theaters, and low-tech spectaculah- on their own, and in collaboration with artists, activists, animals and other more-than-human life forms. Their performances and installations occur on street corners and stages and in partnerships with schools, senior centers, and addiction recovery and mental health programs. Eli’s current creative efforts include identifying opportunities to dismantle Manifest Destiny, foster intra and interspecies kinship, and co-parent a 10 year old human. Eli is a Rhode Islander by birth and choice, living on Pequot, Nipmuc, Niantic, Narragansett, and Wampanoag land.
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