the flowers that weren’t meant to be

Queerness has always been there. 
In the cracks of societies. 
In the spaces between. 
On the margins. 
What has shifted throughout time and space is the acceptance of our existence – its value, its wondrousness. 
We have been everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. Fighting and hiding, dancing and suffering, loving and sharing. Time and time again our stories have been erased from the shiny surface, wiped clean of knowledges, of bodies.
We have been made to capitulate to a system that is devouring itself, an empire that is bound to fall, like all big empires do in time.

We know that the linear structure of growth, that capitalist societies proclaim as the only possibility, is a lie. 
We know the strength of a network – spreading out, surfacing every now and then while the roots stretch out into the hidden grounds, where we nourish each other through connection and interaction; where we gain strength to push through to the surface. 
We find our spaces
make our spaces
within and outside of the falling empires.

Joining our forces and areas of expertise we are proposing a poetic multi sensory installation. 
An installation that is not bound to one site, but is adaptable to shifting and changing surroundings. 
That thrives in the cracks, in the folds.