The life force, tiny kalapas, reveal themselves in the husks of what was:

Honeycomb without honey
Beeswax without bees
Electronics without electricity
Snail shells without snails
A watch face without time

Spheres within spheres, terrestrials in Galliera we are making with multi-storied matter. Choosing and placing objects, a desire towards co-creation. 

The silence attunes our senses to textures, noises, visions, olfactory noticings: 

the stories of bees buzzing
dogs barking
leaves rustling
a computer beaming out waves of light and sound

We are creating a tiny world together, synergetic rhythms into this moment, of forgetting to forget, into this digital sphere, here.

More-than-human Art; human is a catalyzer of more-than-human artistic agency within human and non human entanglements.

A piece of my diary, 2023...

Any journey that is meant to be, is half planned, half serendipity.

This year I set out to explore darkness.

I started in April in New York collectively imagining a  future

where the city was only lit by cosmic and bioluminescent light.

And months later fiction caught up with me, in Puerto Rico and Italy.

Places are just an illusion

when you discover the invisible strings of meaning that connect them. 

Every step into darkness

is a chance to discover otherworldly nightscapes.

It’s 25th of June in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

I am here for a conference,

then I learn I might just be in one of the world's best places to see marine bioluminescence.

We navigate a mangrove canal into darkness,

until we reach a beautiful lagoon.

I shake my hand in the water to awake the bioluminescence of dinoflagellates,

and their glowing dance awakens a playful child in me.

I throw water at my body and stare at the sparks of light in my skin,

they only last seconds before disappearing,

but their memory still lingers.

Bioluminescence is such a dim light and yet it fires my soul with wonder.

Every breath into darkness,

I see less,

and less important are my boundaries.

Every breath into darkness,

I melt into something greater.

It is 11th of august in Bologna, Italy

I am in a retreat with a wonderful group of post-humanist thinkers and doers

And it is also the peak day of Perseid meteor shower

We lay down and stay still and quiet in the grass

All eyes trying to see all possible corners of the sky

Just the sound of our breaths at different paces marking time

And we synch in the loudest collective sigh

There it is,

the shiniest meteor I’ve ever seen cuts the sky,

and a cosmic feeling cuts through my soul.

As I try to grasp with my imagination all of the observable universe I wonder,

where was my beginning, where will I end?

When were we all here, the same?

I dissolve into the boundless sky and time

In darkness I don’t feel lost, I remember our cosmic memories

And time collapses in my memory

The dance of bioluminescent dinoflagellates in the water, 

mirroring shooting stars in the sky

Their fleeting streaks of light so long gone, but still echoing in me,

bringing back that sense of awe that stretches my awareness

I give in to the realization that light is meant to be rare at night,

That we need to shrink our dominance of nocturnal worlds.

I give in to a profound sense of humility,

What else to do when we face the vastness of cosmic darkness?

But humility is not an abandonment of curiosity, it's an urge to expand it.

Our awareness of cosmic history is overfocused in the shining things

What will we discover if we turn our eyes to the dark universe?

I have a newfound amazement for black holes.

In their singularity may lie the key to connect our understanding

of the unfathomable quantum worlds and macro cosmos.

They may be wombs that give birth to multiverses,

rewriting our creational myth.

A note to myself:

"Relational thinking" maybe starts with "relational feeling".

Isn't that after all the journey of a posthumanist?

To feel the dualisms and fragmentations of our times,

so that the ontological healing can start?

Not an abstract endeavor of the isolated mind,

but a deeply embodied journey.