...on hydroworkings and hydrobeing 

I always think of the ocean as the ultimate parent. (she obv co-parents with the moon) My connection with it’s womb nature remains from my childhood. porto’s summer heat survived only by the beach. Miss sea always so elegant i tought; protective with her waves , foaming at the mouth from radical care/ parenthood of it’s multiple childrem; Crusty gigant  stone/rock strucutres crowning her silloutte, but still so genorous, even her crown/ jewelry is offered as habitat for life / co-existence. 

I open my eyes with my cheap transparent goggles and swim trough the algae; mermaid-like; closing my tights together merging my two feet into a singular membrane; fishbone elasticity. With my friends/ lovers we hold eachother close like a rock/ algae/ limpets/… under the water and then go back up trying to make the one-bodied-organism composed of our bodies float with in the watermniotic fluids. 

The ocean and her hydroperipheries are home to extensive TRANS* and queer life* ; hermaphroditical beings that challenge the language around and about the body. Hydrolanguage like hydrofeminsim are attempts/ logics/ rituals and tools to rethink (art) history and it’s imposed solid structure; we shall water/ hydra(te)/salivate/ bubble and cum on it’s solidity in order to dissolve it into its vastness

Hydrofeminism, refers to the ongoing linkages of water and the aims of feminism; especially referencing the work of Astrida Neimanins. Are fluid, fragmentary narratives potential escape routes from the existing infrastructure that dominates our world? Instead of trying to read and understand, might we endeavor to broaden and deepen our relationship with, and as a part of, the more-than-human world? Can watery artmaking and oceanic thinking act as a guide to flowing into new ways of living with ongoing, accelerating climate trauma?

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