Astrimea is new. It’s just burst into existence—well, blipped is more like it. This site is brand new, but here’s what I know about it:
Astrimea is pieces
Like you, I’m comprised of all kinds of tiny things that are held together by magnetic bonds and electrical impulses that make and engage and challenge me. And it’s all star dust. Forgive the touchy-feely truth, but that’s what we are: miraculously assembled pieces of stars that are bazillions of years old.
“most of the material that we’re made of comes out of dying stars, or stars that died in explosions. And those stellar explosions continue. We have stuff in us as old as the universe, and then some stuff that landed here maybe only a hundred years ago. And all of that mixes in our bodies.”
—Kahr fellow, Lockheed Martin Solar & Astrophysics Laboratory
ASTRIMEA IS curated
Take those cosmic components and add in some humanity and—voila!—you get me. I’m a constellation. I’m a walking, breathing assemblage of star stuff, and Astrimea (which means “my stars” in Latin) is a curated version of what spins and reels inside, as well as how this person navigates the terrestrial world.
Astrimea is expanding
This baby is growing. Like the constellation-map tattoo on my left arm, which began as an idea that was slowly made into living art over a year, Astrimea will map and connect things about life that I love and that ground me in this universe. It will also capture some of my struggles and darker thoughts, which is also life.