1. OUR SCI-FI IS OUR REALITY!
Not all of us here are born with a silver spoon, tie-dyed space ship. We want the gristle, the grime, the earth, and steel to bend beneath our feet as we navigate towards the moon and the stars. Because we’re not divorced from the reality of our nightmares, we give voice to the passion of our dreams.
2. OUR GENERATION IS ETERNAL!
These are androids dreaming of electric sheep, going 20,000 leagues below the surface, scraping up lost scrolls and parables of forgotten sowers. We commune with the griots, the orishas, the wizards and the soothsayers. We are always imp, always sage, always forever.
3. OUR PERCEPTIONS ARE NOT OUR OWN!
What looks like a spoon isn’t (is) a spoon. We can burst like 1,000 rainbows in dreary forest, or pour onto your subway cars in psychedelic sprawl, turn bullets into fireflies and asphalt into cloud.
4. OUR SCI-FI IS OUR NEW MYTH!
Those ancient scrolls and scriptures are tattered and torn, rewritten by ogres to fit their own needs throughout time, forward and back again. We graft tales of exploding confetti in alleyways, of dust strewn castles in tenement hallways and of new, unfolding rituals in parking lot bonfires. We believe in their power, their power it guides us.
5. OUR CRITIQUE IS THE TRIP FANTASTIC!
Like a glass moth, in the air on wings of gossamer, the questions rise: what of our future, what of our skin? We believe in unplugging from the machine, in taking the microchips and tracking devices lodged in our lobes and, before smashing them, acknowledging them, making them known. We are the reporters in a rainbowtopia.
6. OUR VOICE IS THE SONG FOR THE VOICELESS!
No more will we slink into the back of the bazaar, huddled over embers in the cold spaces of your library, forgotten and lost playing back up to Captain Kirk. We slipped the bad pills behind our gums and ignored the placebos, to spit them out later as diamonds, to clear our tongues, to sing.
7. OUR DREAM SPACE IS OUR COMMUNION!
A faerie commune in deep space; street corner kid as astronaut; man in bodega as a disembodied spirit. We present this as offering space for new visions and imaginings of identity among the disenfranchised, entwined in the arena of new beginnings.
8. OUR SCI-FI IS OUR LIBERATION!
To simultaneously go beyond and embody gender, ethnicity, religion, sexual identity, with the city backlit on a cosmic green screen, where the shackles of every “-ism” falls as fresh morning dew subtly on a still wet page. We want freedom to determine our destiny, in our time, in our space, in our dreams, in our metro polarity.