29/04/2026
ble mae fy mamiaith.
where is my mother tongue.
Photo credits to my father and late mother, who documented everything they did and everywhere they went.
Photographs:
Windsor Colliery, referencing the Senghenydd disaster and the extraction of wealth from Wales.
Sea Empress Disaster - how Cymru and her land and sea has suffered.
Cwm-yr-Eglwys - the miserable statistics on second homes and the erasure of a Welsh language community.
Pylons and Wind Mills - more extraction of wealth for our resources and the need for community owned energy.
Sheep, leeks and welsh girl costumes - how we choose to celebrate our welshness is up to us.
Thanks for Cymraeg checks and talking / educating me on so much Cymru history.
Ok, so, camera / lens broke. Found other ways to make.
What’s it about then butt?
Conflicting thoughts and ideas on Wales and Welshness.
Doom scrolling for the hour I have free at night and spinning my head with ragebait and racism. Had to quit my Welsh class, because capitalism. Feeling ashamed to be moving somewhere before I can speak the community language. Feeling annoyed at constant negative comments about the Welsh language. Always frustrated at my dyslexia. Sick of stereotypes. Sick of colonialism and how ingrained it is in us all. Sick of the world. The absurdity of it all. Sick of my inner monologues.
F**k AI. Go back to basics with scissors and glue.
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Despite those conflicting thoughts. One thing I am sure about, and that is, if you live in Cymru and love our culture, love our land, our creativity, poems, songs and art, and if you love our language, which lives despite everything and all who’ve sought to drown it, then you are Welsh, and you are most welcome here.
Because being Welsh is not something earned through the luck of being born within her borders, it’s a vibe, an attitude, an appreciation for what’s important: community, creativity, kindness.
