A playground for the liminal, the raw spaces, the poetics of the relational and self
For the spaces you hold, you fight for, the ones you're forced into, holding you intact or prisoner.
For the ones you build or borrow, the many to navigate, escape from, explore.
It is in the cracks and ruptures that entities experiment with alternative modes of existing.
Stories can make you bigger, on the inside.
They can also make you smaller when taking all the space in your mind and heart.
Reality is plural, provisional, and infinitely malleable. Its shape changes as we shift our gaze.