There is a space
between the end and the beginning
where matter surrenders
It decomposes
It becomes possibility
Mycelium does not produce
It transforms
It does not create from nothing
It enters matter
exposes itself
moves through it
And everything changes.
Is it chemistry?
Is it natural instinct?
An ancestral need?
A courageous form of love?
Pure desire?
It is a simple truth:
every ending
is a form of passage
The caterpillar
does not vanish
It sheds its skin
to emerge
as butterfly
Fire
does not devour the match.
It flows through it
From the wood, smoke rises
— desire lifting into the air
Day
slips into night
Night
is not shutter
it holds
It is not the end
— but a pause
— a rest
before light shines anew
At SQIM
we believe in transformation
as a creative act
We welcome decay
not only of matter,
but of ideas
preconceptions
habits
routines
ego
automatisms
rules
trends
standards
certainties.
Because only by moving through what shatters
change can unravel
At SQIM
we believe in the magic of invisible process
Slow
Silent
Subterranean
In that which redistributes disorder
before revealing itself
Time
is not a line
It is fermentation
An accumulation of waiting
fractures
mutations
openings
rootings
encounters
collisions
silent expansions
alliances
Our symbols are unstable:
forms that dissolve
bodies that merge
matter that shifting states
Traces of a natural alchemy
that does not separate beauty
from dissolution
A presence
in continuous mutation
Open
Vulnerable
Alive
This is an act of transformation
A refusal of the silliness
An invitation to dwell the passage
Because every ending
is not a closure
but a threshold
Nothing ends
Everything changes
Every instant
A new beginning
