Vulnerability and the learning legacy of Scott Hutchison.

Feeling vulnerability deserves its appropriate pedestal and respect, in both women and in men. As humans it is essential we face our fragility, feeling understood and familiar with our vulnerabilities is another essential human need. We live in a world where we are endlessly encouraged to be fine or to ‘look at the positive’, I understand these takes have their part to play ,but I feel we really should be focusing more and investing time in the tools for processing the hard emotions of not feeling fine , negative emotions are what make us feel alive ,they trigger the depths of our humanity, they nurture the good feelings, elevating them with their contrasts.They are harsh and all absorbing ,but are another way your body and spirit is speaking to you, we should be listening. When all the darkness is absorbed by big open and sensitive souls and perspective is lost in the darkness. This is when this type of practice ,understanding and learning can comfort and save us. We are living in an age where mental health issues only seem to be getting worst. Some honesty and respect of our fragility as humans could really be key in tackling these growing issues.

News of the loss of Scott Hutchison  has only reinforced this for me. As a humble and humorous symbol of beautifully flawed humanity Scott wrote and sang the truths of the soft vulnerable underbelly of human existence , the awkward and trying times that humans struggle through in day to day life -universal truths that were rawly flung out through Scottish lungs in that charming crude fashion we pride ourselves in. I knew Scott through a period of my life where I was learning to love and learning all about the early twenties version of my flawed self. He always made me chuckle hard with his quick humour and charisma.His music gave me comfort and insight when nursing my own broken heart on long journeys after ending the relationship with my first love.This is a similar story for so many others , what a great musical gift he gave us to help us face our own vulnerabilities and heartache. And I still revisit his music now , when I am having a lull , yearning for human heat or attempting to process and overcome the lows of life and love. I saw his love , raw talent and presence inspire and lift some beautiful and talented humans close to my heart to a whole new level, helping them to find their own honest voice and potential.


To Scott a Stellar Scot. His personality and his music always takes me home and makes me swell with pride for all those funny , bold and deliciously honest traits that make us so wonderfully Scottish. He leaves a great legacy and learning.And I am so grateful for that. I hope he is at peace now. My thoughts and hearting goes out to all his loved ones and friends experiencing such a huge painful loss . And so we begin another journey exploring our fragility and vulnerability as humans and the complexed cycles of life.

“When it’s all gone, something carries on And it’s not morbid at all Just when natures had enough of you When my blood stops, someone else’s will not When my head rolls off, someone else’s will turn And while I’m alive, I’ll make tiny changes to earth..” 🌿 🍃 🍂 💕


Illustrations by Scott Hutchison. (Man of multiple talents)Ca8AEWQUcAABW6B127922_large649c1d8a6b561d45d43167f2f7a7f38eofrendaporScott.jpg

Tropical Ofrenda for Scott featuring various surreal friends , chips, ham ,pineapple +penguins with nipple hats. For the giggles on the otherside.


‘Moon Saloon’ – Venta de obra , estudio abierto por Greer Pester : 12/05/18


12th de Mayo , 2018 – 14hr – 21:30hrs

@ 61 Jose Rosas Moreno , Depa 10 , San Rafael , Cuauhtemoc , CDMX

V e n t a  y  e s t u d i o  a b i e r t o .  por Greer Pester Arts.

Venderé obras de arte originales- enmarcadas y sin enmarcar , impresiones, joyeria y postales.

Venga y vea algunas de las nuevas obras de arte , disfrute de comodidades hogareñas y entre en su espacio colorido de producción.

Siempre feliz de conocer a los humanos frescos y familiares.

Moon Saloon – FB evento



‘Super Power Nurture’ piece in the ‘Interregnum’ exhibition with Yuck N Yum – SOIL gallery , Seattle : 03/05/18 – 02/06/18



Proposal :

Exhibition’s theme is Interregnum.

“We live in uncertain times when normal rules no longer apply. We’re inviting submissions from artists who are navigating this strange new world and trying to make sense of it all.”

I am a Scottish visual and social artist living in Mexico City .For this proposal I would like to explore how the roles of men and women are changing during this uncertain time. The rise of female power is influencing and affecting how society is functioning .This period of political unrest is rising the voices of women all round , highlighting their powers and powerlessness in day to day existence. One of the themes I am currently exploring in my work is female power and sexuality within the context of a patriarchal  society : living in Mexico I am constantly being reminded of both the privileges and difficulties of being both a woman and white. I am also exploring the idea of ‘ Un mothering’ and how humans have lost touch with a holistic and human way of thinking , where we seem to have lost our sense of responsibility and nurturing in certain aspects of society and nature. In Mexico the word ‘Desmadre’/ ‘Unmother’ is used to describe chaos and losing control/ getting intoxicated – Mexicans can see this as both a positive and negative – literally disconnecting your umbilical cord to the whole mother, mother nature and some sense of human mass responsibility ,but also exerting your inner demons and expressions and letting go .I like to play with the symbols and imitations of nature in human body forms. With this in mind I’d like to expand into themes surrounding the roles of women during this ‘Interregnum’ period to hold and nurture and remind humans of the true powerful and natural , essential states in life.

Final piece:
The piece above displays a Macho build fully flexed woman ,growing and sprouting and bending ( a d a p t i n g ) , her head is an active volcano her voice is a bleeding papaya and her heart is a prickly and resilient Nopal Cactus .She cradles her eggs and fertility close to the ground whilst carrying this fury mountain between her thighs .This piece focuses on the super power of ‘Nurture’ and how applicable it could be as a way of moving forward in our political and earthly unrest, a female nature of ‘nurture’ is the future.  This symbolic piece flips the idea of nurture as something for the weak and powerless and maternal roles to  a strong ,holistic and multi-tasking super power that could  potentially be mastered by all humans and help evolve our systems and create a more connected and responsible society,

“For women , the need and desire to nurture each other is not pathological but redemptive and it is within that knowledge that our real power is rediscovered.It is this real connection which is so feared by a patriarchal world. Only within a patriarchal structure is maternity the only social power open to women” – Audrey Lorde

‘Interregnum’ exhibition in Seattle 03/05/18 – 02/06/18


“You are cordially invited to Yuck ‘n Yum’s first ever American exhibition. Don’t live in America? Don’t worry! We’ll be simultaneously communing with our friends Generator Projects in Dundee via a magic web portal. Our exhibition Interregnum opens at Soil Artist-Run Gallery in Seattle, WA, on the 3rd May 2018.

The show features exciting new works on from 10 artists on the topic of “interregnum” – a time of unrest between regimes. We’re in a transitionary period as a collective, and there is something very strange occurring in the places where we live. Brexit?! Trump?! Yuck ‘n Yum now looks to its network of artists to explore these times when normal rules no longer apply. Can people come together in this chaotic time to upend the status quo? A multitude of realities are seething and churning across the Internet and into the streets.

Excitingly, this exhibition doubles up as a launch party for the long-awaited Yuck ‘n Yum compendium. People have whispered of it for years, and at long last it’s a real thing that exists! Every issue of Yuck ‘n Yum zine (plus some yummy extra treats) compiled into one very hefty volume. It’s A5, black-and-white, and possibly fatal to drop on someone. The compendium is produced with the kind support of our friends Generator Projects, and we will be launching it at Generator at the same time as the Interregnum opening on the 3rd May (19:00 UK time). Soil in Seattle and Generator Projects in Dundee will be joined together via video link for this launch, in a display of international harmony that is, quite frankly, utterly uncharacteristic of these interregnal times. Special guests will feature at both.


May 3 – June 2, 2018
Soil Artist-Run Gallery
112 3rd Ave S Seattle, WA 98104
Thurs through Sun, Noon– 4 pm

Curators: Morgan Cahn, Ben Robinson, and Alex Tobin of Yuck ‘n Yum

Artists: Darren Banks, Lizz Brady, O.B. De Alessi, Kirsty McKeown, Holger Mohaupt, Thomas Moore, Janie Nicoll, Val Norris, Greer Pester, and Lada Wilson.”



Taller 1 @ Las Casas Bailaban with Santa Cruz Cuautomatitla Primary 3 students.

Yesterday me and my lovely assistant Miss Sarah Rankin made a 6 hour journey up into the mountains ( it wasn’t supposed to take 6 hours but we ran into the CDMX rush hour traffic and a circus convoy of vehicles on a skinny rd). We left at 6am and arrived at 12 for our first workshop with the kids of Emiliano Zapata Tele-secundaria school , at the moment both the Primary and Secondary students are being hosted in the secondary school  building after the Primary school collapsed during the earthquake on September 19th 2017. Arriving late we wooshed into work with the lovely Maestra Pamela and her Primary 3/4 students  , 32 – 7/8 year olds. They were all very sweet and excited to meet 2 Scots who’d travelled 5000 miles to work with them. We gave them an introduction to the wonderful world and history around this little animalito ‘Cochineal’ , the children were then invited to experiment with the pigment combined with different acids and akalis that can change their tones. The children painted symbols for their town  and landscape , the volcano Don Popo featured alongside the fields of flowers , big skies of stars and their families.

They described how scary it was when the volcano shook and boomed during the earthquake. Little apocalypse survivors – as the final town on the route up to the volcano they are the closest and most intimate with the seasons and reactions of the volcano.  I had intended to get them to paint over tortillas – tortillas from the local tortilleria , but as we arrived I spotted the lady making up the dough and she said they wouldn’t be ready until after 12 , so I improvised with some obleas , a colourful wheat flat wafer  that you can buy in circular stacks. We spoke about these natural colours and there existence in our diet and cosmetics and clothes.Little animalitos in their Catsup!

Afterwards the children were asked if they liked the workshop and one boy shouted (in Spanish) ;

“I didn’t like it, I loved it!” with a big charismatic grin on his face.

The children were very patient and well behaved .At the end of class they surrounded us in a mass hug. Stellar wee souls .  We were treated to a delicious lunch with all of the 13 members of staff in a house of one of the teachers , I asked if this was a usual occurrence and Rutilo explained that they had started getting together more often since the earthquake and it had really helped bond the team together and bring the community closer. Later Rutilo dropped us off at the cross to take the bus back to Mexico City.

I am continually amazed by the kindness and resilience of Mexicans , their big open and generous hearts and an ability to see the good and important elements in a struggle.

As terrifying as the earthquake was , I can also see it acted as a big human shake up , stripped back the formalities of lives and allowed a space for people to connect. We certainly wouldn’t have found this warm community if it wasn’t for the events of September 19 th, so feeling big gratitude for this human connection and exchange between various cultures , big cities and small towns , big humans and small humans , a great insight into other walks of life , we have a lot to learn from one another.

Looking forward to the next one!



Las Casas Bailaban -‘The houses danced’ Earth-heart-quake funding towards art as therapy sessions with Santa Cruz Cuautomatitla in Puebla ,Mexico.

Santa Cruz Cuautomatitla, Puebla, Mexico is a small town situated on the south side of the active Volcano Popocateptl. Just kms from the megapolis of Mexico City, the quite traditional life of this rural town was disrupted when the earthquake on the 19th September tore through the village of 1500 people destroying half of their homes and causing many landslides widening the gully between the town.

A group of friends formed a convoy of 10 vehicles to take aid to some of the smaller towns outside of Mexico city, this is when they first came in contact with the community of Santa Cruz Cuautomatitla. The help was gratefully accepted and they stayed to help with the demolition of some of the damaged houses. The town is community run without aid entering from the government . Before the earthquake most of the inhabitants lived from the fertile volcanic earth and the regions production of pears.

Most of the community were quite restrained by poverty and the inequality that the hinders Mexico from before the earthquake hit and this tragedy only heightens some of the existing problems that riddled the town such as unstable economy and immigration of young men to the USA.”

Now the town is facing the reconstruction of many of its homes and community buildings and planning how to make the structure of the town more resilient to natural disasters. Due to the nature of the ground ( much of the earth is made up of volcanic ash  and is very soft ) plus the detrimental affects of deforestation causing the ground to become less stable – they are becoming more vulnerable to landslides . The result of the earthquake has left huge crators and dangerous terrain for building new homes.

During these times it is so important to bring joy ,light and creativity to a difficult situation and embrace these connections that are being made between this small community and the influx of  volunteers and support  from various organisations.  The local children are  such are an integral part and essential  energy for the future of the pueblo and with this in mind  , we thought it would be wonderful to offer some creative workshops to the schools in order to offer a platform for creative expression + FUN :).

Over October we raised funds to deliver an art as therapy creative play program with the children effected from the natural disaster in the town.

Yesterday after an early rise @5am and a 3/4 hour journey up to mountains, we made a visit to see how the town of Santa Cruz Cuautomatitla is getting on.I travelled with Sarah and Diego who have been working alongside the community for the past 2 months.

We took a tour of the town and the areas effected by the earthquake on the 19th of September.We also explored the beautiful landscape and massive crators formed across the town post sismo. You can see the reconstruction in action and there are already a few bamboo houses in place. We also enjoyed a delicious lunch from the community kitchen in the plaza and met some of the very welcoming locals.
After a walk further up the hill I met the lovely director of the school :  Escuela Telsecundaria Emiliano Zapata : Rutilo – he was very welcoming and supportive of the project. At the moment resources are stretched as both the secondary and primary schools are all working away together , sharing spaces in some temporary UNICEF tents and existing buildings. The school is a school of 192 pupils in total + 10 teachers.

The town  and school is surrounded by fields of flowers , Amaranth , avocado trees and pear orchards and of course the big Volcano Don Popo in the near distance (it is the final town before your reach the still active volcanic beast) .We are excited to incorporate some of the stunning nature and foods into the creative programme.

Las Casas bailaban project will offer the pupils a programme of fun creative activities , art and play as therapy with visiting artists from mid January. We are all very excited to connect .

Thanks for all of your support and to First Food Residency and The Koppel Project for their generous donations to the project 

Watch this space..

Resilience Shake – A love letter to Mexico

On Tuesday afternoon at around 1pm Mexico experienced its second earthquake tremor in 11 days at 7.1. It arrived only hours after the annual drill commemorating the 1985 earthquake disaster 32 years earlier. This has been my experience of it. But more importantly  an experience of the big perspective shake and humanity power it has birthed.

I was in my 2nd floor flat in San Rafael and a surreal great movement seemed to surge  but this time in all directions , up and down and side to side.I only had time to grab my keys before rushing out and down the stairs with the neighbours from downstairs and their pet terrapin in towel. I galloped out minus shoes , as quickly as I could  and down the stairs , I followed the crowds into the middle of the street eyes like a hawk on everything above us. I noticed my breathing speed up and heard senoras around me wailing. I backed myself into a circle of people of all walks of life  , who had gathered in the middle of the street. We formed ourselves like a circle, protective and facing out at all angles , a survival circle in our territorial instinctive human states.The downstairs neighbours daughter screamed mama over and over again whilst she breathed heavily. A tall glamorous telenovela looking woman emerged from the crowd and said to me  ;

‘No eres de aqui ,verdad?’ (‘You are not from here are you?’)and she took my hand and squeezed it as the apocalyptic vibrations rose up from the ground.

A big isolated fear welled up in me , her grip was like a big golden embrace around my shakey inners, I was more moved by her than the physicality of the earthquake.

And so this theme began.

A puff of dust had dispersed further down the street and I thought , this could be it , the city is falling.

The sun shined bright and the hysteria rised up from the valley. Sirens and smashed glass , broken mirrors abandoned in the street. I returned to my empty flat and analysed the damage , my mirror had fallen and various ceramic pieces had scattered from unexplored bits of my new apartment , I gripped my phone , waiting for some sign of connection to the ones I hold dear.The network was of course overwhelmed ,so every so often through the tiny windows of connection I made scattered whats app words to my friends. A big isolated fear welled up in me once more.I waited for someone to direct me, frozen in shock .I walked out into the street to see if there was anything I could help with, I walked past groups fanning fainted colleagues and lingered around televisions in hardware stores reporting the devastation around the city. When I arrived home I met my flatmate Raquel she was quick to take me under her wing and did what all Mexicans do best , firstly she took me to eat.We then went to visit a neighbour in his gallery La buena estrella  a few blocks down and decided to start taking supplies to the various rescue centres that the civilians had started to organise in the disaster zones. We walked  through the dark crumbling streets , electricity had been cut in parts and imerged to  a chaos of flashing lights and mounts of toilet paper and plastic bottles of water  at a Centro de Acopio at Jardin Pushkin in Roma Norte.People has been there since it happened trying to organise aid where possible  for the victims and damage that had shattered La Roma and Condesa ,  two fancy and ancient neighbourhoods ,I had called home last year.

Several folk in plastic hats and high vis began shouting – FILA FILA and humans gathered in their chained form to move loads of water and food from vehicles gathering around the edges. In the chaos I spotted my friend Coco. In Mexico all my friends are fruits. He was mounted on a bike shouting across the masses of people potential directions of what could be done next , I ran across and gave him a real life – alive squeeze , tried not to tremble into hysterical weeping and left him to his mission, he seemed to be in his element. I decanted a large bottle of water and some supplies from my backpack into the hands of a man who had arrived from another disaster area looking for supplies.

My heart gushed at the amount of people arriving to volunteer or bring aid. We decided to move to another area to make ourselves more useful , we made friends with a lovely man called Nacho and his taxi friend who offered to drive us around where we were needed. There was a panicked power of adrenaline fuelling all of these civilians to help their people. The failure of their government and trust in services means everything is down to the community and boy do the community go all out . Our second stop took us to Chimalcopotla , there we wiggled through the crowds with cartons of milk to deliver to the other side of a scene that looked straight out of  a destructive blockbluster  scene , there was the harsh red and fluorescent light attempting to light mountains of destruction and debris , with brave men and women delicately removing heavy grey parts to try and pull out the trapped humans below them. We helped crowds carry more shovels and tools to remove the excessive amounts of rubble.Every so often someone would raise their hand and silence would fall across the gathered thousands , so the rescuers could listen for life between the rubble and chaos.The mass action and reaction brought shivers down my spine. Never have I felt the power of such human force working together to aid a desperate situation , there were volunteers looking after the volunteers handing out coffee and tortas , a young girl of around 12 offered us marshmallows , I took one and thanked her remembering how it important it was to make others feel useful and included in a terrifying natural disaster and this beautiful reactive mass human movement of aid.

  There is a generosity and kindness which flows through this country’s  life blood , perhaps because of there closeness to death and darkness. Mexico city is a city at the top of a mountain in a marshy basin beside a very active giant volcano; Don Goyo Popo , split between two shaky earth plates. It’s existence is always face to face with extremes and the future is unknown.These are extremes and contrast you see all over the city and interlaced through the landscape. Its ancient fire and violent history are present and are very much pulsating through this urban and sprawling landscape.
You trip over its extremes in the street , as you walk through the neighbourhood and almost fall over homeless people sleeping in the middle of the street. Its poverty doesn’t hide from you , it is part of the material of the city.Its buildings tower and crumble , marking various economic booms and downfalls .The richest of the richest live here and swoosh by the poorest of the poor who have travelled for 3 hours to come sell chewing gum or whatever clever item one can think you could want in moments of transit.

After worming our way out of Chimalcopotla we heading back to delegation Cuauhtemoc where supples were being gathered and organised , we formed great human chains , women and men of all ages shouting AGUAS! (‘Waters’- a sign of be careful) as the literally passed water in its various plastic cargos to the corner of the storage pile , I chuckled at the irony of it all . We sorted medicines and foods into different areas and smiled at each other carrying out these simple mass tasks together , happy in the union of human power. ChidatreeofheartsGP

Greer Pester – ‘Chida tree of hearts’ – prints and postcards available at Cactus and Creatures exhibition @ The Koppel Project , London , running from the 5th of October – the 4th of November. All money from this series will be going towards the rebuilding and supporting of physical and social Mexico post Earthquake trauma.

It is difficult to describe the big emotional wound this experience has carved in me , for all the trauma and fear and shock, this mass shake has connected people who would have never have touched before and stripped all the superficial stuff away to reveal our very human empathetic cores .Its cultivated a little huerto of resilience in me. Its like taking a shower and washing away all the sticky bubble and insignificant worries  away and emerging and walking in your raw clean state and opening up your energy to others from other bubbles.
The world needs more of this.It builds resilience , learning and flexibility in our constructed bubbly identities. We all need to learn to be more resilient and closer to the key human things that matter.Its a shame it takes a violent jerk from big Mumma E to unite us in our shared feeling and openness. There is so much potential for humanity if we could just be a little more present, in a more holistic way each day.

And by god we really need to start listening to big mother E.

She’s got a lot to say , we should listen.

Mexico querido , everyday I am more in love with you , you inspire so much and bring parts of me to life. I am eternally grateful for the experiences and awakenings.

Hasta Pronto ❤