spiral into the depths, exploration awaits , the bottom of the ocean illuminated



paris cyan cian is a visual, movement, and performance architect who lives and works in New Orleans. She has exhibited films, site specific installations, and performances in London, San Francisco, Los Angeles, New York, Berlin, and New Orleans. 

cyan is committed to the living of her Black girlhood imagination. She is concerned with notions of spatiality and time. Her practice breathes into futurity, ecology, and ritual, centering re-memory, poetics and durational play through Black (queer) feminist methodologies. Her choreographic practice is an embodied daily living of worldmaking, portal opening with love and imagination. She is the bodypoet.

cyan cian received her BFA/BA in Dance with a concentration in social justice, gender women’s studies from Hollins University (2018) and Masters of Fine Arts in Choreography at Roehampton University, London, U.K (2021).

cyan gives thanks to the journey - with love, healing, and peace. 

small poems / love spells

where does it take you

below in the lake





how does one survive in these waters?

Release the tactics once known

And breathe

Come up for air

When necessary

we are not

And, we are.


I slowly closed my eyes, inhale, exhale, in the dirt I stand. Toes curled in fertilizer, drinking the wisdom of my foremothers. We are one. Many and all. Light enters my arches, trickling upward stream, current waves of energetic healing and resistance flows through me. To my knee cap, hips, torso, arms lumbar spine, head, light enters through my arches. From the ground up, I take root, blooming from seed.


We are not

And, we are



Strong and sturdy.

We dive into the spiral

Swimming shadow, through –

 wandering glimpses

See ourselves seeing

perhaps i’ve let go of knowing

perhaps we’re being

perhaps we’re already in the doing

perhaps this is the practice

perhaps, breathing

perhaps breathing

affirmation 8:44:

who can tell me I am not? I am of poetics. I am of love. 








ancient lagoon

sea rising

sea rising

she says it's time to listen to shore.

Is there an exit?

This is ground, root, work

Home -work

This is home

Theres change here, happening

How do you love yourself?

How do you give love to yourself?

How do you give love?