The farewell whistle has been blown
A concrete-hard chest,
The body, sweat, and blood of a bravery
Cast into a higher flame
Swing wildly and freely
In the center of the Lake of desire
The dancing bytes
Accompanied by the meteor
Please don’t forget
Our studio network lies scattered across the city and across the globe––forced into stillness, isolated, and unable to crystallize in a single space. More than ever, we are thinking of the human and other-than-human webs of interdependence that keep us linked in ways beyond our comprehension.
Before we even leave the womb, our biology is entangled in multispecies social and physical ecologies, institutions, dogmas, and contexts. We shape and are shaped by our environmental care-taking and consumption. What and how do we become when we become with other living beings? Who gets to live and die, and for whom?
Our becoming is a porous and precarious endeavor––a world of flows where nothing is guaranteed, but everything is possible.