Pathways. We have been accustomed to think that there are routes that are determined and unavoidable. That “there is no alternative.” Nonetheless, within my research I find it interesting to explore pathways as flexible. Don't trails change throughout the seasons, with new forms of life stepping aside while others are being welcomed?

Undoubtedly part of Nature, we nurture through experiences we embody. Our reason is a catalyst of metabolic reactions, chemical processes that entangle our skins, our organs, and our senses into endless nervous connections that turn pretending they do not think into something laughable. It is through the weakened grass of winter's calling that I decide to step inside of unsolvable mazes in which I feel lost, and I want to create through and with that feeling. Moreover, there are moments - and these are the ones that deserve most of my attention - when in that pathway you encounter other lost bodies. It is in those instances where vulnerability becomes part of the fertile ground of the soil you are walking in. It is in those moments where it is time to run. To create greater pressures.

Together.

But be careful. Ice melts and slips easily; “...take a risk, but also take care” (Frichot, 2016, p.5). A body that has been filled with dirt in this manner becomes a dartboard once it is placed in the public sphere. It is not difficult to recognize that years of connections, of links and entanglements in my environment-world have left very little raw land between pathways. This exacerbates the difficulty of finding one's own maze while walking over, between, above, below and inside the trails of standardized walkers. Of docile-bodies that, merely by being present in a dominant realm, oppress your steps.

How can we not let this stop us? How can we experiment and walk over their land? Become insane, demented? Could the repetitive and constant movement over the territory of the docile re-shape their own soils into a completely diverse divergence that they will have to learn to recognize, to accept and to interiorize? There is no way of knowing what this interiorization will create; and there is so much threatening beauty in that. Can the rigour of one's dirt reach beyond oneself?

If to exist is to be connected, existence presupposes an order of power relations. It might be time for new resistances to seek towards the possibility of deconnecting in the established straight lineality. An open project of queer trajectories were paths become power tools towards permentant transfromation. A power that actualises in a call not to stay within navigated trails, but to wreck, to overflow.

Throughout my research, I want to explore and experiment with all these questions and ideas in engaging and practical ways. In this regard, the emphasis I place in my artistic practice is not one of description, portrayal of representation, but one of interaction and collaboration through playing and engaging with a variety of media and space.

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