Change

Sometimes life stumbles upon unexpected edges. Sometimes it tests us in such a way that nothing can remain the same. The body speaks, tells what the mind cannot, does not want to see, or knows but cannot change.

This site is an answer to restlessness, discomfort, to signs that say: change.

In an age of loneliness, distancing, attempts to establish a human no longer human, transhuman, promised land of inhuman perfection, in this place we return to a human that experiences, discovers, investigates, plays between no longer promised lands and a past knowledge of which we want to preserve memory and perhaps re-signify, on the side of those who have been silent, or have spoken with a faint voice, for at least 7000 years. And possibly, from roots not yet severed, to reconstruct a human, with the voice of a woman, of a mother, of a restless non-artist, of an inquiring half-intellectual, of one who, in fieri, seeks and seeks herself.