During the first year of the COVID‐19 pandemic, I kept a graphic diary titled Dandelion Roots. The format was simple: in a single black‐and‐white line drawing from a square of paper I would document something encountered (during periods of lockdown, this would normally be on my daily allotted walk). Overlaid on the same page, I would arrange words in an attempt to articulate whatever was on my mind: reflections on gender, identity, ecology, and relationality. The tight format forced me to distill what were often complex internal dialogues. Though posted online and via social media, the work was not conceived as a set of definitive statements but as a way of sharing my thinking process. By documenting seemingly inconsequential everyday encounters alongside critical reflection, I attempted to work the material and the discursive together. Here I was not necessarily seeking coherence but rather contextualizing my thinking process within a...

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