Future Ancestor Club started because we were bored of explaining ourselves.
Bored of therapy language everywhere.
Bored of art spaces that require credentials.
Bored of spirituality that smells like productivity.
This is a place to make culture instead of talking about it.
We use writing, drawing, voice, sound, and bodies as tools to sense what’s coming next.
To experiment, to be weird, to be free… Together.
We don’t ask “what does this mean?”
We ask “what happens if we do this together, again and again?”
The repetition matters.
The container matters.
The fact that you don’t have to explain yourself matters.
This is not a safe space.
It’s a held space.
Nothing here is about fixing you.
Everything here is about interrupting the loop.
Write fast. Don’t look back.
We’ll write messages from the future, instructions that make no sense yet, reports from other timelines, alternate self biographies.
We’ll write weird and free.
This is not about you.
It’s about what wants to be written.
We write under creative directives so strange, your inner critic will be playing with you.
We draw without asking permission from anatomy, art school, or taste.
Draw with your eyes closed
Draw with your toes
Draw sci-fi croquis
Make ugly drawings.
Make weirds drawing.
This is about experimenting, not talent.
We make sounds.
We cut. We stop mid-sound. We make noise. We sit in silence until it gets weird. We repeat.
You don’t explain.
You don’t interpret.
You sound.
Cross the wires on purpose.
Invoke the holy Weird.
Writing bleeds into drawing.
Drawing turns into sound.
Sound erases text.
You speak with movement.
You will not know what you’re doing next.
That’s the point.
Creator, designer, writer, lover of strange beauty. Music producer under the alter ego GYNDROID.
A source of presence that doesn’t need validation.
A love for creating her own rules, then spinning them into worlds others can enter to find solace, love and beauty.
Professor John-Paul Zaccarini
Professor of Embodied Arts. Artist. Researcher. Long-time collaborator.
An emanation of sensuality and consciousness.
A source of unapologetic sarcasm and razor-sharp intelligence, where the cut is part of the beauty and the compassion.