To move toward my ambiguous site is not a matter of finding a place or returning to it but is instead to allow for dislocation, and breach this gap wide open. Unfoldable Arch candidly reflects on the limits and traps of its real motivations, instead of reading participation as the charitable savior of geopolitical struggle. Rather than breading the next generation of consensual facilitators and mediators, this is an urgent inversion of participation—no longer a process by which others are invited “in,” but a means of acting without a mandate, as uninvited irritant: a forced entry into fields of knowledge that only benefit from exterior thinking, outside programmed thoughts. (The walls of my darkroom collapse and reveal darkness.) Unfold the arch, what do you see?
