I am not an astronomer - while I can barely name a few constellations and I confuse satellites for the celestial bodies, stargazing brought me comfort whenever life was too narrow and patriarchal systems I inhabited too oppressive.
In times of capitalism and its symptomatic fetish of light, in “The blue of the far distance” I explore the act of stargazing as a tool of gentle emancipation, of accessing space that represents healing, connectedness, belonging regardless of binary narratives in place, location or systems inhabited.
While investigating hand crafted planetariums I wonder: What does it mean to create a contained universe on one’s own terms?
“The blue of the far distance” is a hopeful speculation about the place of positive escape accessible and democratically available.
