This artistic research was carried out during a one-year Master Performing Public Space study at the Fontys School of Fine and Performing Arts. Based on concepts of coexistence between nonhumans and humans, I create new narratives with the models of utopia-catopia, symbiocene, empathy, and compassion. While observing a community of free-roaming cats, we, cats and I, co-created a series of interspecies communications and utopian experiments as I was inspired by the close intertwining of public and private, street and home, place and space, learning and knowing, being and acting, compassion and acceptance, and it is also a continuation of my artistic practice based in anthrozoology. It exemplifies artistic co-creation with nonhumans, more-than-human public space geography and the potential of artistic research as a scientific discipline. Above all, it is a road of heartful and tacit knowledge and trust, in oneself, in the more-than-human beings.

WE ARE HERE IN THE FORREST AND NOW

GREEN AND BLUE WE SEE

BLURRY WE SEE

COME CLOSER TO SEE US BETTER

WE LIVE TOGETHER WE FORREST YOU

WE COME FROM YOU

MEN HUNT AND WOMAN PLANT

WE SEE YOU WE ASK YOU WE DO NOT OFFEND YOU W(m)E

MUNAYKI (LOVE YOU)

Scene IV (Mayoruna perspective)

WE PUT 10 PIECES OF DEMUZH WE ARE YOUR COUSINS WE ARE YOU WE ARE

            WITH YOU

CA’AH IS WHAT WE KNOW

CA’AH ÑUQANCHIK YACHAY

CA’AH IS DIRECTION IN LIFE

CA’AH PURIRIY KAWSAY

YOU COME FOR US BUT YOU DO NOT HUNT US

WE GIVE RESPECT WE ASK FOR YOU PERMISSION

WE HUNT

WE RESPECT PLANTS WE LIVE FROM PLANTS

WE HUNT OTHERS WE ARE HUNTERS

WE PLANT PLANTS WHO ARE SPIRITS OF ANIMALS WE ARE

WE EAT PLANTS WHO ARE SPIRITS OF ANIMALS WE ARE

IT IS NOT I THOU IT IS WE

IT IS STRANGE BUT IT IS NOT PAINFUL

HUKMANMI KANMAN ICHAQA MANAM NANANCHU

TUPANANCHIS

WE WILL COME TOGETHER

I had a dream last night that I hunted You

You were close to me and You were telling me a story of my birth

You were my Mother and my Father

You were We were in the Forrest, in the leaves, in the sunbeam deep

inside

You tell me a story of my birth

You were Me

My whiskers are long and sharp they smell earth on Your skin

My hair is wet from Your hug

You carry me on Your back in Your womb

Your belly is swollen from Ca’ah

And We drift in the river to catch fish together with our whiskers and our

nails

Our limbs are floating

LIFE IS CA’AH

KAWSAY CA’AH