Pulse
Where thought moves before it settles.
Pulse is another way Raw.Space thinks: through rhythm, duration, perception, and the body's slow recognition of pattern.
returning forms
Entropy
Bodies falling through space
Sticky
Oil and blood
Written on water
A storm where symbolic and elemental worlds intertwine
ways of looking
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
An unfolding
A collaboration with artist/designer Ofo Obuobi
Screwed horizon
The level you trust is a held angle
Dwell
A field of churning grain
bodies in relation
Murmuration
Thousands of entities navigate three forces: separation, alignment, cohesion
Synchrony
Unity publicly celebrated, deviation privately rewarded
Bigger
Power, and the alternatives it eats
small rituals
Having said
Random conversations and exchanges
Hymn
A chant, a liturgy, a dirge
A pulse is rhythmic life, breathing, and the movement of time.
Each encounter shifts the shape of what follows.