Knox O Mulder

@knoxo.bsky.social

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photographer ¦ artist ¦ therapist GEM Collective Albaphile in S London ¦ AuDHD ¦ she/her www.OluwatosinDaniju.com profile photo by Wemmy Ogunyankin

Hyperlapse video of my feet walking on a walking pad. Display shows increasing time, distance and "calories burned", with the time reading alternating with speed.
screenshot - close-up of my cat, a black tortie, curled up on my bed, tail tucked under her face, her eyes slightly open.
A woman in trousers, a long sleeved top with a shorter sleeved top over it, and a scarf over her hair and shoulders sits in one of two matching chairs, looking towards the camera. She has one leg amputated at the knee. Beside her are a pair of crutches, and in the background a wheelchair, next to a damaged wall.
Screenshot from a TikTok video, close-up of my cat, looking off to one side, and above her the subtitle “you d’angelo’s purr” Below her, the start of the caption for the video appears in a bubble, “Reading poetry to my cat? Small Talk…”
A beautiful baby in a blue top and trousers, socks and a white long sleeve top underneath. She is holding a bottle in one hand, with the other hand on an empty tin container. She is looking up, and sitting on a floral mat/blanket.
a screenshot of a Bluesky account - someone called DEI Enforcer @socialistdex.bsky.social Their profile pic is a portrait of Biden with red laser eyes.
Text over image reads "15 November Happy Independence Day Palestine" Image is of a person, back to viewer, with a kuffiya round their shoulders, and waving a Palestine flag. They are stood in a field of tall grass, an olive tree to one side, buildings in the distance, and golden light from the setting sun. Image looks possibly AI generated.
photo of 4 children, ranging from toddler to pre-teen, sit in a row on some collapsed structure, surrounded by the rubble and devastation. of bombed out buildings. they all look into the camera, not smiling, one waving a mini Palestine flag.
photo. a small child, smiling widely, stands inside a (corrugated iron?) door, barefoot on the mats that are the carpet. there appear to be boarded up windows behind them, and light streaming in through the door.
Portrait of my cat, a mainly black tortoiseshell, lying on a floral quilt, a yellow curtain behind her, and a bit of a fiddle leaf fig tree visible to one side. She is looking straight into the camera.
copy of image from original post - split image - right half shows a young woman in hijab behind a large microphone, left shows text that reads "My name is Fidaa Umar From Gaza I'm a Voice over I'm 33 years Help me achieve my dream" (Palestine flag emoji)
screenshot of a haiku i wrote - it reads ~Sundiata~ Sekou spat it hot rhymes tripping from his tongue like tap dancers on speed
Missing Person Appeal poster. Features: - Black and white photo of a young Black man with short locs, glasses and a beard. - colour photo of same young man in red and white checked gilet, dark long sleeved top and trousers and a white bucket hat. Text reads: ANY INFORMATION Anyone with information about his present or recent whereabouts over the last few days should call 101 quoting reference number MPD1/2619/23. Please also call Rose, his sister 07956352110 or his brother Yomi 07860 114989. Gboyega a 27 year old is a British Nigerian poet born and raised in East London. He is currently studying for his PhD in Creative Writing at University of Hertfordshire. Description: He is 5ft 6in, with short black dreadlocks and a full-face beard. He wears glasses and was last seen wearing a beige/cream bucket hat, a red and white striped gilet with back clothing underneath, black trousers and dark coloured shoes. Under colour photo: Last seen image of Gboyega.
screenshot of the Racine Carrée album art (a side view of Stromae's head and neck approximating the map of Africa on a background of tessellated square root symbols) on my music player. Player shows that the album's opening song, Ta Fête, just started playing. I really have listened to the whole album multiple times in a row today.
screenshot of the following poem: Kitchen Sink Meditation Washing up could never be considered worship I believed. But then perhaps there is more than a little something of absolution in palms plunged deep into a cleansing warmth suds, holey, transforming water; a supplication in the reaching for each vessel; and a meditation in that middle distance stare through kitchen window, topping back fence and sent astral meeting heaven, if only momentarily, before the rinse begins the amen. May/June 2018
a small cup of tea, next to a thermal mug and a box of turkish delight, all on a table next to a macbook showing the Inkbottle podcast on its screen.