It’s even hard to say. Word’s gotten around that the summer’s coming to an end, and people have started asking me when I’m out of here. Most of the time it’s easiest to keep it as cheery as possible, and be real with folks when I say that it’s not a choice at this point–I’ve got to go back and finish school. Nonetheless, it’s always hard to anticipate leaving when there are barely 5 days left for me in el D.F.
So what’s been going on lately, you might ask. Let’s let the 1000 colors do the words for the talking:
Beautiful work in the jewelrymaking workshop, as always.
We’re decking out (read: starting up) the silkscreen workshop! Custom cut glass for the screens.
And custom painted dark room.
I’m having some technical difficulties with the computer and internet at the moment, so consider this post a draft that will soon be returned to. But not too soon, because tomorrow morning we’re getting up early to work on the greenhouse and then head to a meeting of another collective to the west of the city, then coming back to the house to prepare for 2 theater performances in the evening.
Full day full house full heart full night’s sleep.
painting homemade masks!
Photos don’t need words. I can hardly find the words. I am incredibly happy. Everything we’re doing is beautiful. Finding money to pay the rent can be tight, but Pato got back from his annual week of tourguiding anesthesiologists the other night and was stunned by all the momentum we’ve been pouring into the library, the orchard, the vibes of the house. It only takes a week away to forget the reality that we’re constructing, and a lifetime to develop it. Shoutout to Chad Topaz, here I go on take 2 of my calc quiz.
Love and song,
Ruth left yesterday 😦
It was great to have her here. Some day soon we will receive her photos and recount to you all how the last few days have been, visual aids and all.
Hitting up a barter market at UNAM.
Approval from the landlady to build the greenhouse.
Silkscreen workshop nearly functioning!
Adopting a dog for a week to find it a home.
Love til next time,
Over the last few days, we hosted a tough crowd at a neighborhood meeting, undertook the noble act of networking, went on vacation, and got home again in time to plan more comings and goings. No worries if that’s all a bit over your head, just think how mareada we must be feeling.
Welcome to the online gallery of the bicycle workshop of La Casa Naranja, a fellow collective way up north.
This is a mural they invited community kids to come help paint on the workshop walls. Of note in the bottom right corner: silkscreen print station!
Karen, the same author of our outside mural, showing us around the shop.
Great call! They actually asked us while we were there if they could host another fundraiser in La Colmena, July 18. We were so honored that Las Bicis Piratas (a group usually ubicated out of Casa Naranja, a far older and wider-known collective than we are. Are we a collective? We’re a space, a group, a push to share) wanted to have an event at our place! We’re still figuring out the logistics, but look for updates on this late July.
So that all happened on Friday. On Saturday, we were scheduled to have our first of three neighborhood meetings about La Colmena and finding out best how we can fit the needs and harness the creative energy of our surrounding community of Portales Oriente.
Spreading the word to the community.
But unfortunately only a total of 7 people came, all at different times. It was cool because we gave all the push we had. Meetings that droned on late into the night trying to figure out who we are and what we’re doing here, how we fit into this community, what our bigger goals are, and how we want to manage our summer school courses coupled with door-knocking and flyer-posting and cooking a feast of a meal including both red and green rice, chipotle hibiscus flowers, beans, and hibiscus water in our efforts to rally community support in the work we’re doing. Or at least feedback. The discussion now has shifted to how we can get folks to come to our next planned meeting which is in July. Ideas anyone?
Another thing we did Saturday was head out for a just-ouside-the-city vacation to Ixtapaluca, where we built a slumber house, visited some pyramids, and checked out another far-out collective, this time to the east, called Kontracultura.
View of the hill from the hill.
So the Kontraculturas started as an occupation of a theater in a park in Ixtapaluca where they now give free workshops (like us!), have a free-lending library (like us!), put on shows and events (like us!), and help manage the little farm that was started in the park they’re in around the same time as them three years ago.
This is what the rest of their park looks like, somewhat. They have an agreement with some municipal office for being there, but things are sounding pretty bad for a lot of the neighboring public spaces like this one. Take the basketball courts across the street, for instance. The municipality is planning to shut it down, undergo major renovations–so major that they will be enclosed hereafter and people will then have to pay to use them. Questions like who these new spaces will be targeted towards, who will be employed to work in these spaces, and how that will affect the health of the community were on the tips of all tongues.
This was our tourguide through the Kontracollective. Here he is showing us around the farm at the bottom of the park.
Zax with the animals for adoption.
Birds and pig.
Back in La Colmena, we are trying to hang all the more out. English class today was a hit–we made phrase booklets. Amaury’s lentil soup was delicious. The sprouts are growing all the more every day. I think I finished my calculus homework for the week. If there’s anything else new, I don’t even want to hear about it.
With love and sleepies in the eyes,
Today I got to show Ruth around UNAM and point out all the places I knew from when I audited classes there last year. It was beautiful to go back; even some of the hallways of the metro stations graced me with a bit of nostalgia. We didn’t just go for the sightseeing though–we went to get. stuff. done.
Stuff 1: making 100 copies of the flyers we’re going to distribute to every house in the vicinity inviting them to our community meeting where we’ll serve free food and check in on the neighbors about the project. Have they noticed La Colmena at all in the last year? How has it affected them? How can we approach the projects of the library and orchard to be most accessible to them? What overall feedback would they give us about the project to make it the best for them?
Angel and Anna kindly showed us around the place.
In greenhouse 1, there were lots of healthily germinating lettuce. During mass production season (aka when the cafeteria’s open and consuming hella lettuce), 75 kilos of lettuce are produced weekly in this greenhouse.
This is the model our greenhouse is based on, but ours will be half the length and width, using the same screen for walls and accomodating the same ventilation system. From our greenhouse, we’re anticipating to begin production with 15 kilos of lettuce a week.
Next up, greenhouse 2. Here they grow tomatoes with a window that opens at the peak of the roof and wires rigged up to support the climbing vines. Soon to come: photos of my own upside-down growing tomatoes!
Greenhouse 3: cacti. They’re cultivating tons of gorgeous species of cacti, including some types that grow spikes of different shades of pink and some that are almost extinct.
Greenhouse 4 had aeromatic plants, but we weren’t allowed in.
The roof was made to support the weight of this project, but it has undergone various reparations to keep it up to snuff. These tiles were put in just last year:
Another greenroof highlight was when Anna showed us her germination station.
They germinate sprouts by the kilo, alfalfa out the ears!
Wishlist for our orchard: gingko tree, lavender, and a germination station.
We raced home through the rain via metro in time to say goodbye to the bookbinding teacher and listen to the singing class students do their warmups. As we sat in the kitchen and watched the tea boil, we also ruminated over what it would be like to enlist an industrial stove to la Cocina Economica Zangano. But this sounds like a project for another day. If not tomorrow, when we’ll distribute flyers for the community meeting and move all the plants from the patio to the front of the house and make that broken tv into a flowerpot, then maybe the next day.
Thanks for reading this blog, Rachel! Can’t wait to see you here (or in Chicago)!
Twas a good day, twas a sad day, twas once again a happy day. Since the anniversary, we’ve cleaned up the house, tried to make a few connections with other collective spaces, and successfully held many a workshop. Since yesterday, in addition to realizing I had online summer calculus homework to turn in, we’ve been liberating the patio from its layersome oppression of occupation to make space for the boxing workshop. The bikes from one corner are now stationed in the garage. The shopping cart of glass to recycle has been emptied and brought to its various destinations. The trash has been consolidated, and now only the trees and bags of dirt are still seeking a new home. Part of this consolidation included repurposing a broken television set, that will either become a flowerpot or a bookshelf, depending on who takes the next step upon themselves.
Hopefully some day the walls of La Colmena can somewhat resemble the public vertical gardens in the historic downtown we passed by the other day:
This afternoon, we were expecting the landlady and her son to come over and talk business. Or, feast on pozole with us and talk about where she’d like to see the project go. Unfortunately, when we did end up getting in touch with her a couple hours after the hora de la comida, they were far away and now won’t be able to come until next week 😦
Regardless, we’d made a delicious pozole and rewarded all the hard workers with the fruits of various farmers’ labor.
Following the meal we waxed philosophical:
What is to come in the days that follow? Well, my little brother for one, and a Che Guevara conference and poetry slam for another!
Til the next immediate future,