It is when I dive—
if I take you to dive—
when I bring myself to the shore,
be that winter may or spring,
that I submerge
and open my eyes.
In the greenery subterranean,
that eerie otherworld,
the fluidity of it all—
Being and living
bubble to the surface of my skin.
Danza, lo afín a la vida.
To cultivate and amplify in others that frenzy, that energy,
that magical, masterful presence
of the stage of life.
How do we bear this complexity
of sensations and taxonomies
collectively?
How do we let its embodiment coalesce
while trusting each other
in the shared effort toward meaning,
toward the challenging aliveness?
Even knowing that meaning will always refract uniquely
through each prism,
each embodied rhythm
of being conscious stardust
we seldom become aware of.
What are the practices, methodologies, epistemologies, and rituals that allow us—
that train us—to bear complexity?
Not merely to bear it, but to peel, behold, and contemplate its layers,
its interdependencies, its revolutionary truths—
and to ask: how do we go on living once we have done this exercise?
And how do we prepare to do it again and again,
as we keep confronting the vastness of existence?
A noticing that cracks us open—
a courage to give attention to whatever we might encounter, no matter how strange—
that is the courage demanded of us if we are to learn.
This materialism we study, research, and structure through epistemologies, through disciplines,
concerns, in its inmost sense, the complexity of embodied, relational, affective being:
a philosophy of immanence, where matter is vital, intelligent, self-organizing.
It includes a structural relation with non-human entities—geological, ecological, technological—
linked not in hierarchy but in interrelation and dynamic becoming.
This shared capacity to affect and be affected is what sets life in motion—
a poietic force that generates ontology.
It need not be categorized as art or science, or clowning or carving;
it is encompassing, a pulse of creation.
Perhaps a new concept of intelligence may arise here—
not as the mastery of reason, but as the capacity to affect, to be affected,
to enter into creative, poietic relation—
attuned to the beauty of what cannot appear within the given appearance of things,
to detail and rigor in the wonder of what is to be discovered and experienced.
My pursuits and methodologies are rooted in radical kindness, curiosity, and care—
not as secondary morals, but as centers from which to act and research.
I believe research to be inherently transdisciplinary,
because it is rooted in the art of listening—
listening through all available and kaleidoscopic channels.
The blockade of such channels, in pursuit of a science that champions only efficiency and profit,
is not research, but mere mass production.
Pluriversality, too, becomes a cornerstone—
confronting our praxis and the colonial structures that still choke our ways of acting.
In these eroding and confrontational endeavors, softness reveals what eludes the visible and measurable,
and yet shapes the world from within.
It shows the distance between what is and what escapes our limited senses.
Therefore, we must champion softness not as fragility, but as necessity for the struggle of life.
To think, feel, and act from softness
is to recognize that power lies not in domination or stability,
but in relation—in the capacity to be affected,
to yield without breaking,
to resonate and to become.
In our hope for an education of joyful, caring futures,
we hold a responsibility to awe—
to share with those experiencing life coursing through them,
and to remain curious about it.
From there, my hopes expand—
toward futures where education and ontology-making are alive, evolving,
where aesthetic inhabitation becomes a way of knowing.
These perceptions mold how we relate to the world and to each other—
awakening the agency we are capable of,
from the marrow of our being to the unfurling of the various systems of reference we can inhabit.
To re-visit and hone, again and again,
at the edge of our sensitivity,
the challenge to transcend the elemental failure of imagination—
so it might become more expansive,
so we might allow for more shapes than those of linearity or binary language,
so we might imagine otherwise.
Our bodies become barricades against the silencing of the organic,
the growl of the wild and vast and kind and caring—
for we are part of the symphony of life,
and our potency for affection must be revitalized,
re-crafted in vocabulary so that complexity may be held—
afectos de resistencia—
to organize care and its horizontalities.
To bear complexity is not to conquer it,
but to learn to live alongside it.
To meet it in its strangeness, to be remade by its touch.
To allow awe to rupture us, again and again—
until research itself becomes a form of care,
and care, a way of knowing.
From this stance, I ask my questions on my current research on time:
What is time? Who or what keeps it?
How might we reclaim it—not as a linear measure of productivity,
but as a living, breathing relation between beings, forces, and scales?
And how might we collectively hold its complexity?
From the infinitesimal to the cosmic, my research traces how thermodynamic behavior shifts across scales—
from statistical mechanics in small systems, where conventional approximations collapse,
to vast, self-gravitating, collisionless structures where the monotonicity of entropy itself comes into question.
How do we inhabit these unfathomed scales when our screen-bound selves
seldom look further than ten centimeters ahead?
This is the question I throw into my movement practice,
and through my inhabitation at Sisters Hope—
proposing a poetic self away from the demands of emails and technological portals.
This poetic self stance proposed is not an ornament to intellect, nor its contradiction, instead a center from which to act, assemble flux, and shape form—
it provides an expansion of our current teaching and learning ontologies
I give myself—my practice and my care—to their tender eclipsing methods,
which might obscure current views to behold otherworldly landscapes from within,
shifting our relation with the surrounding.
In aims to alchemize epistemologies and knowledges,
art, expression, balance, and inspiration—
from the synapses of my neurons to the levity of my feet.
—The Siren
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