Interconnected in New Bloodscapes

They say menstruation is the only blood spilled that's non-violent. Can blood communicate interconnected like the mycelium? Yes, I like to think... Building up and upon a body-nature that's landscape not as postcard but as sustainable futurism.

The image-screens done as digital photo collages show the ephemeral beauty of fungi as they emerge, grow, and decompose contrasted with images of bodily fluids so disruptive as they are ordinary. Thus, evoking parallelisms with the menstrual cycle as the process of shedding and renewal. Each collage is a chapter that reflects upon different moments of transition and metamorphosis. In so, offering a poetic, reflective, and playful gaze at the intersection between menstruation and the fungi kingdom in the very fabric of existence.

Bloodstreams in vein systems like the mycelium carry messages to hands that branch out to plant our memory in the earth that we walk within forests humid and moist. We were carved out of clay… weren't we? The menstrual body bleeds the soil for future spores to dance through the creeks of shadow and lights. Let newborn thoughts mature in these skins smooth, flesh, bark and slime.

It demands a question: Have you dreamt of it? So to say, each chapter depicts and expresses futurism: a literary and artistic movement that allows us to transport thought today in what is to be made. Maybe you'll cast it onto some screen or hologram where sustainable futures embody that which is soft and fierce of primal knowledge along the sharpness of technique. Can you imagine this bloodscape? And, when you stretch out your fingers to touch it are you webbed into its very roots of uterine desires? Yes, to dance, feed, and travel in the fungi back to clay.