(...Every particle of our memory, it cultivates a certain space in time.
But what if time is not just a line?
We are an accumulation of constant mutation; adapting, morphing
Creating infinite origins, daily.
Our gardens, shrines, utopias are moving, and so are we
With every sense we engage, we explore
We embody our stories, radically existing
Nurturing curiosity to feel, to transcend to a state of ecstasy...)
What if there are practices of care that transcend our pre-conceived notions of it? What does it entail to live in a Queertopia? Where the placement, smell, texture, volume and meaning can form complete hybrids and co-exist in a limitless rotation? For (X)ARCADIA, I asked myself if that is possible to make tangible in the cyber sphere, morphing and colliding elements to conjure my own personal utopia.