By replanting myself into a new environment, I reinforce the ongoing thread of exploring origin stories (personal or planetary) and exercise worlding: a world-building activity commonly ascribed to childhood.

Nebulae, celestial entities of dust functioning as star nurseries, are a kind of ultimate worlding machine. I use my hands to replicate and condensate a couple of fictional nebulae into smaller, digestible, spherical entities. They (the nebulae) then squeeze and twitch at random intervals undergoing an uneasy visceral trial.

The almost-aliveness of these vessels gives an unsettling, almost uncanny feeling. It represents a memory of an alternate world, something greater, unimaginable.