<![CDATA[Skewed North by Jolene Dames: Skewed North Method]]>https://www.skewednorth.com/s/the-aesthetics-of-awarenesshttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!L1M9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F8eacbac8-c765-4e06-9979-116e1920d05e_500x500.pngSkewed North by Jolene Dames: Skewed North Methodhttps://www.skewednorth.com/s/the-aesthetics-of-awarenessSubstackThu, 14 May 2026 07:04:15 GMT<![CDATA[The Skewed North Method]]>https://www.skewednorth.com/p/the-aesthetics-of-awarenesshttps://www.skewednorth.com/p/the-aesthetics-of-awarenessWed, 25 Mar 2026 21:03:56 GMTI’ve spent most of my life paying attention to things other people walk past.

Not in a passive way. In a way that feels like listening.

The way a room holds tension. The way color can calm—or agitate—w…

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]]><![CDATA[When the Land Speaks ]]>https://www.skewednorth.com/p/when-the-land-speakshttps://www.skewednorth.com/p/when-the-land-speaksFri, 09 May 2025 15:11:51 GMTSome places don't just stay on the map.
They stay in your bones.
They show up in your dreams.
They call you back—again and again—until you finally realize: it’s not just a location. It’s a direction.

For me, the Yucatán was never just a destination. It was a turning point. A recalibration. A creative and spiritual breadcrumb trail that I didn’t even realize I was following.

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I returned more than once—drawn by something invisible, something intuitive. A pull in the bones. A whisper in the sand. A sense that the land itself had something to say. And maybe it did.

It wasn’t loud, but it was persistent. Create. Clear. Play. Rebuild.

It started with long, salty beach walks that turned into art hunts—gathering the discarded and weathered remains of life: tangled wire, broken shells, bleached coral, rusted scraps. What began as beach cleaning became beach listening. We were creating with what had been left behind. Transforming it. Reimagining it.

I didn’t know it at the time, but that was feng shui in motion. Clearing the old. Honoring the forgotten. Making space for the new. It’s the current of alchemy, the exchange of transformation.

That season became a creative sanctuary. We drifted through cenotes like dream creatures, shot underwater portraits, built strange and beautiful assemblages, and started a collaborative painting series we called Retro GoGo. Born from instinct, humor, heat, and play. There was no pressure to be profound—just a deep permission to be weird and free.

And maybe that’s why the Yucatán called me back. Not to revisit the past, but to reclaim the pieces of myself I’d left scattered like shells on a shoreline.

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]]><![CDATA[🌺 Mapping the Magic: What Hawaii Taught Me About Feng Shui, Flow, and Finding True North]]>https://www.skewednorth.com/p/mapping-your-space-mapping-your-lifehttps://www.skewednorth.com/p/mapping-your-space-mapping-your-lifeMon, 21 Apr 2025 19:16:00 GMT Read more

]]><![CDATA[The Story Your Space Is Telling]]>https://www.skewednorth.com/p/the-story-your-space-is-tellinghttps://www.skewednorth.com/p/the-story-your-space-is-tellingThu, 03 Apr 2025 21:23:41 GMTIt was somewhere between painting a movie set and moving into a new aprtment when it hit me: space is never just space.

It’s a mirror.

It’s a map.

It’s a living, breathing reflection of what’s going on …

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