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Jess Segall, Every Creeping Thing , on view at Swale House through this weekend!

Welcome to to Swale House residency ! Please check out their fabulous activities running for the next two weeks! First one is tonight register with the QR code✨✨✨✨✨

repost • Thrilled to share this update from the next chapter of Swale as we work toward a more permanent floating food forest.⁠
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Late last month, we met with naval engineer Rik van Hemmen at the vessel we believe will become Floating Garden. After a second inspection, Rik gave us the green light to move forward.
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Soon, we will be able to begin retrofitting the vessel for public access: installing railings, ramps, and water catchment systems while integrating growing spaces🍎🍓 and a covered learning space. We want it to be equipped to host school groups, grow edible plants, and offer gathering space. 💙🌿

What foods would you want to forage?

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Welcome to our new Swale House artists in residence & ✨✨✨✨✨✨ please DM to visit the artists during the week and attend our opening this Saturday 8/9 noon to five , governors island, Nolan Park, number 11. 🌿🌿🌿

Join us Saturday July 19th, 12-5 for opening of new work by and at Swale House !

In Suspension
New Works by Fred Fleisher and Kim Darling
In Suspension brings together works by Fred Fleisher and Kim Darling that linger in states of in-betweenness—moments stretched across time, space, and gravity. To be suspended is not to be passive, but to be in active relation: to shifting environments, to unseen forces, to more-than-human lives moving alongside us. These works hum with the logic of entanglement, where nothing exists in isolation and presence is always shared. To drift is to listen. To float is to feel.
These are not gestures toward resolution, but invitations into curiosity, into proximity without possession, a feral, quiet defiance. A trust in the intelligence of entropy, the agency of nonhuman worlds, the possibility of rewilded relations. In suspension, the works ask us to stay with the uncertainty—to sense what else might be possible when we stop trying to anchor ourselves.