Raw.Space
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A playground for liminal spaces, raw edges, and the poetics of relation.
Raw.Space is a multilingual digital art and writing project exploring attention, power, ecology, selfhood, and possible worlds.
core entry points
Arrival
Entering without arriving, and a threshold you keep re-crossing
Stay in touch
The newsletter, to keep a place alongside these inquiries
primary fields & explorations
/field
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.
/commons
Interface spaces where Raw.Space meets other worlds
/pulse
Stories can make you bigger, on the inside. They can also make you smaller when taking all the space in your mind and heart.
/threshold
A space of pause between one state and another
interactive experiences & visual works
Entropy
Onto what is already down
Sticky
Oil and blood
Murmuration
Thousands of entities navigate three forces: separation, alignment, cohesion
Bigger
Power, and the alternatives it eats
Synchrony
Unity publicly celebrated, deviation privately rewarded
Hymn
A chant, a liturgy, a dirge
Horizon
The level you trust is a held angle
Gaze
Nothing reaches you unshaped
Cut
A line down the middle as a mirror's edge, each side at once the self and the other
Terroir
the hand, the gaze… the gaze, a deep well
Undertow
A figure at the tide line
Written on water
A storm where symbolic and elemental worlds intertwine
Free
The word for freedom hung on an elastic string
Dwell
A field of churning grain
Having Said
Discover a random philosophical fragment
Roost
Standing orders
Reality is plural, provisional, and infinitely malleable. Its shape changes as we shift our gaze.
signal poems
Aliens
The invaders, the invaded, and the forgetting they taught
Greedy
Taking until nothing is left, and giving until bare
Vote
A campaign promise, crossed out as it is made
Falls
Life, a crushing feather, and the yawning voyeur
Fire
Setting fire to the sea, and letting the ego go
Dry spell
The banks fill and stay dry, the storm near the whole time