¡TOUCH! Relational Proximities :: Queer Ecologies :: Eco-Intimacies

              

designed to divide: border control architectural ecologies

architectural geometries

textured proximities

a walk. in the city. on her birthday...

sticks. stones. words. bones.

home

perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition... james baldwin

where does hope reside.

Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before. --Audre Lorde








...We speak of the light of reason. I would speak here of the darkness of the world, and the light of———. But I don’t know what to call it. Maybe hope. Maybe faith, but not a shaped faith—only, say, a gesture, or a continuum of gestures. But probably it is closer to hope, that is more active, and far messier than faith must be. Faith, as I imagine it, is tensile, and cool, and has no need of words. Hope, I know, is a fighter and a screamer.    -- Mary Oliver

walls no walls no walls no walls no walls... abstraction

   

(eco)architectural contrasts

The wall of the house is bleeding. Firethorn!
The moon, cracked every which-way, pushes steadily on... Adrienne Rich

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