Howl
A collective unsilencing, a divine portent, a wail, an omen, a refusal to cower in the face of attempted erasure, a call to our ungovernable animality, a convening of artists using their voices and creative agency to resist intimidation and summon alternative worlds where transness is holy and bodily autonomy is sacrosanct, a portal built of rage and grief and glimpses of euphoria, an experiment in collaborative methods, kinship, and open process where shared labor becomes a form of care and the gallery becomes a staging ground for the battles we did not ask to fight.
A collective unsilencing, a divine portent, a wail, an omen, a refusal to cower in the face of attempted erasure, a call to our ungovernable animality, a convening of artists using their voices and creative agency to resist intimidation and summon alternative worlds where transness is holy and bodily autonomy is sacrosanct, a portal built of rage and grief and glimpses of euphoria, an experiment in collaborative methods, kinship, and open process where shared labor becomes a form of care and the gallery becomes a staging ground for the battles we did not ask to fight.