MONICA SEGGOS
TRANSDISCIPLINARY ARTIST
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Transdisciplinary Art

"...emergence of a new discipline transcending 
 the boundaries of disciplinary perspective...
It can be considered as the culmination of interdisciplinary efforts...
[that] has a wholism associated with it."

Jaya Ramchandani


"the transdisciplinary artist blends all the pieces of knowledge and skill together
and creates art that we cannot define through the canons 
that specify genres as we know them.  
Art that goes beyond genre does not reveal the elements from which it is made, 
and it is manifested as a homogeneous entity that exists independently;
it goes across many disciplines, in order to reach a final destination."

Patina Lee for Widewalls

Automediality is a key component of my artistic practice.
Automediality is a form of autobiography through media,
in real time, shaped by the media outlets utilized
this journal is one of my media outlets

please see the Automediality & Me page for more information

thank you for following along with me on my journey
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Not
"I will love again",
but
"I still love"
again



so excited for my trip
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13 november
soon!!
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it is safe to feel again
what I was going through
was so traumatic,
my body had no alternative
but to shut down my 
emotional self
as a protective mechanism,
so I could get to the other side

this plant was dying of thirst 
when I bought it
the other day-
this stem was literally shrivelled up-
look at it this morning!
😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
cacti need more love than one might think

it doesn't matter
how I say it,
it will always and as ever 
be true




so proud

yes, it's true

I thought I was completely broken
so broken
that I could never
feel again
I am weeping with joy
to feel love again
in my heart
instead of 
an endless tunnel
of emptiness
nope

people have started hacking the cacti again
on the street
But not this one

On the Language of the Deep Blue
written and narrated by Charles Foster
for Emergence Magazine

good morning beautiful world

cleaning out my phone today!
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an interesting thread on Twitter about immersive experiences and art
I like to think of my immersive experiences
as catalysts for feeling,
immersions in emotion. 
Thus the observer becomes a participant
in meaning,
not just in the physical space




I will be there

nope

It is true, whatever you are doing now 
is an amalgamation of all that you might have been

inspiration

a tree that owns itself
owns me too




heartbeat

Amazing show last night
almost 50 years of Earth, Wind & Fire
(under a full moon, no less)
had such a blast
It made me realize just how crucial music is

Savannah
(not my photo, but I love it)

...never since I was allowed to walk the woods 
have I found so impressive a company of trees 
as the tillandsia-draped oaks of Bonaventure
John Muir


Bonaventure is called a graveyard, 
a town of the dead, 
but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. 
The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, 
the joyous confidence of flowers, 
the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, 
mark this place of graves 
as one of the Lord's most favored abodes of life and light.

John Muir on Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah
Fondation Martin Bodmer, Cologny

me
looking out to sea
from the shores of the United Kingdom

good for another 10 years
can't wait to get my first stamp!!

always there for me 




Love is all there is
I am glad my waking thought
was of hope,
in sync with the day
Instead of the day having to remind me,
in my despair,
of my vow
today September 11
 I am reminded of my vow
to live my dreams
for all those
whose dreams were broken

I have been filled with such despair
but today I feel hope
Finally 

I have loved you for so long

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

today's MIG welding class at Molten Metal Works


"Whenever...you make me feel like I am home again"


from 1500+ sq ft to 10 x 12.5'
let me know if you need these guys

Ovid's first precept:

Do as the goddesses did. 
7.12.93
self-portrait

age 27
due date May 30th
birth date June 25th
1992

love,
built on the foundation
of a festering wound,
cannot but be poisoned by the toxins
of that wound

heal the wound
and love 
will flourish
amongst 
the scars
the final barrier
to love
has been
removed
for 28 years,
the open wound festered
and destroyed everything
in its path,
leaving devastation 
in its wake

for the first time
I allowed myself
to feel the devastation
that has been my life

finally
I acknowledged
my inability
to tell myself the truth

finally
I see


Tristan Eaton 
not where you expect him to be

in order to find the raison d'Γͺtre,
one must consciously choose to die to life
to put one's entire being inside the flask
and surrender everything
to the transmutation,
the transfiguration
this is what the alchemists were looking for
not everlasting life
but a reason to live
only when you have experienced
a re-birth
do you understand
that you have chosen correctly
when choosing life or death,
you are only choosing a word,
a concept
my poor son
all that I have put him through
sooner or later,
sustained emotional pain
manifests in the physical body
this is where life transcends art

no one, absolutely no one,
could ever come close to portraying 
with authenticity,
the depths of pain a human being can endure,

unless
they had been through it
themselves 
one's outer life
is a mirror
of one's inner life
my poor body,
I am so sorry
the strength of my body and will
were passed down to me in my genes
by my father

my physical strength, 
(an extremely high tolerance for pain,
the ability of my mind 
to shut down all of my body's messages
-crying out to me, begging for peace-
so I could start over
again and again and again)
comes from the Greek in me



the outer curcumstances of my life
are a result of my inability
to acknowledge the 
inner destruction
and devastation
(also known as denial)
giving up is not a sign of weakness

it is a powerful acknowledgement of your own strength
to be able to admit
that you have tried everything,
everything in your power to make it work

it takes every ounce of strength to say,

I. Give. Up. 
the heart cactus has 2 babies

drops on the web

misty mountain
mystical morning

intention:
to be transformed by Love
love this gnarly cactus with the flower blooming

Pink Pussy Protector (19 August 2019)
welded steel, yarn, buckram, steel wire, vintage millinery, epoxy