In the Observatory, Seraphina’s identity unravels across multiple fields—protocol design, breathwork, ghost‑editing DAOs, grief circles—each a star in her personal galaxy. The installation maps her W‑scores and threads between collectives, showing that belonging isn’t binary but distributed.
Constellations reveal modular selves: skill, care, silence, and stretch. Identity isn’t membership but a network of presences. Recognizing this, she embraces her composite self—no longer tied to one silo but orbiting many—proving value isn’t a role, but a rhythmic field of lived connections.
