
Black Feminist Futurity Praxis



i’ve been spending the last week or so really diving deep into what my word for 2026 will be.
2025 was all about fugitivity, dreaming and conjuring. And this will continue into 2026. But i need some direction. Something that will encompass my purpose with room enough to expand and explore.
i learnt a few lessons in 2025 in adopting a persona/ a mask in order to protect myself / to create some safe space for myself so ‘ i may not see myself as others see me.’ Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
i’m fixing to create ( or is it continuing to create?) new narratives around blackness in order to expunge the past dominant narratives we’ve been fed around blackness up until NOW.
i think i’ve found my word for 2026 – AFROSURREAL.

the deciduous conifer
turning colour in autumn
before shedding golden needles
to stitch up the forest floor
ready for winter frosts

half close your eyes
squint and see the erupted tree
become a bird, head down
feathered tail pointing towards the sky

the flat straps
branching out
reaching towards more air
reminds me of antlers


Feeding my inner child each day as I come to my creative journal and play. Experiment and focus on the process over product.
I’ve been meaning to share this before now.
It’s a process journal I created for my last trip up to Glencoe.
I sat outside Kiwi, all wrapped up in blankets, and just drew what I saw.
It was another way of capturing to memory and heart my favourite mountain – Etive.
I used a graphite chubby pencil and an ink wash and just played.
I filled the whole journal bar two spreads towards the end there.
It was so much fun. I plan to return and do it again.
No mission. No pressure. No product to sell. No expectations.
Just mindless play. More.
