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
Onto what is already down
Sticky
Oil and blood, two phases of one cycle
Written on water
Rain falls first, ancient, indifferent
Free
The word for freedom hung on an elastic string
ways of looking
Gaze
Nothing reaches you unshaped
Cut
A line down the middle is the mirror's edge, and each side is both the self and the other
Undertow
A figure at the tide line
An unfolding
A collaboration with the artist and 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 birds follow three rules: keep apart, keep in line, keep together
Synchrony
A culture can celebrate unity and reward, in private, whoever breaks ranks
Bigger
Power, and the alternatives it eats
Terroir
the hand, the gaze… the gaze, a deep well
small rituals
Having said
Random conversations and exchanges
Hymn
A chant, a liturgy, a dirge
Roost
Standing orders
A pulse is rhythmic life, breathing, and the movement of time.
Each encounter shifts the shape of what follows.