Agnese Krivade

2025, you were shaped by pilots, detours, juicy speculations. Along the way, a new hero appeared in my path - Dāvids Hieronīms Grindelis (1976-1836), the first scientist of Latvian origin. This brother is unmistakably part of a lineage of fake healers: those driven by a throbbing desire to help somehow, which, more often than not, drifts into camp. A drift, what Sontag calls “sincerity that tips into absurdity”, my refuge, my endless source of inspiration. Thanks @kulturkapitals for support / and thank you Elīza Ramza @ramzaeliza Rūdolfs Štamers @rudolfs_stamers and Henriks Eliass Zēgners @henriks.z for organizing “Pieradušie II – One-day art and poetry procedure”. A rare, pure pocket of art - embedded in city, land, time. No neoliberal handshakes. No imitation of old money vibes. Credits: Rūdolfs Štamers (1,3,5,6,7,8), Book "No Grindeļa līdz mūsdienām: Apceres par farmācijas tradīcijām un jaunu ārstniecības preparātu meklējumiem Latvijā. Profesora Jāņa Stradiņa sakārtojums. - Rīga, 1996" + some AI work (2,9), Pharmacy museum (3) Captions in 1st comment ⬇️

᭙ꫝꪖ𝕥 ꪖ𝕣ꫀ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ρꪮꪶⅈ𝕥ⅈᥴડ ꪮᠻ ᭙ꪮ᥇᥇ꪶꫀ ⅈꪀ ꪖ ᭙ꪮ𝕣ꪶᦔ ꪮ᥇ડꫀડડꫀᦔ ᭙ⅈ𝕥ꫝ ᥴꪮꪀ𝕥𝕣ꪮꪶ? Adipose tissue, known as “fat”, seems to be the most hated tissue. We want our muscles and bones to SHOW. We want the fat to hide. We dissociate, compress it, we curse it. Pure abuse. Pure power & joy. Your endocrine system regulation. Your heat and protection. Your permission to not be constantly eating. Your softness at edges. Your hug. Your privilege. As in - blessing. Your fat loves you, it giggles your name in its sleep. A somatic entity with an invisible limb in the 4th dimension. Your non-cis-male-like-ness. The non-straight-decisive-hard-controlled-ness. Untameable, spilling over. The sky has cellulite Your brain is fat (60% in fact) Mothers milk is 56% fat Incarnation is a warm occurrence You’re a pannacotta 60% obnoxious 60% power GLLRRRK? - fat frequency filled Forgia this August Performance in @centrale_fies_official for @dutchartinstitute . Humongous thanks to @henriks.z , @oneirosophy , @patrickfreriksen , @christelle_makris , @egleagne , @domrachevamasha , @r3p3lst33ltj3 , @aamuolento , @keit_bonnici - for researching and performing with me. Performance text publication in bio. The “mind of fat” as a source - inspired by work of @bonniebainbridgecohen and (c) Body Mind Centering Work in progress: I dream of performing this in a space filled with organ music frequency 📷🎞️ @fagnerlima_designs @mariamiguelpratas @dimitrischimonas + still from NOVA 2020 documentary "The truth about fat"

UPD: the call is closed now. Thank you for the great interest and your time to apply🙏 We are hosting an annual artist-run recovery bootcamp UNDOING by Agnese Krivade (@eye_sofa ). This year it will happen 14-20.07.2025. Apply by 23.05.2025 by sending us an email with motivation and CV. Please find full information about UNDOING, conditions and application on our website: SAVVALA.LV >> OPEN CALL Design: Monika Gruzite ___ Savvaļa izziņo iespēju pieteikties dalībai Agneses Krivades nometnē UNDOING. Projektam ir starptautiska mērķauditorija, tāpēc saziņas valoda pieteikuma un norises laikā ir angļu. Nometne norisināsies no 14. līdz 20. jūlijam Savvaļā. Pieteikumu iesūtīšanas termiņš ir 23. maijs. Pilnu informāciju par nometni, nosacījumiem un pieteikuma formu var atrast mūsu mājaslapā sadaļā OPEN CALL. ___ This event is part of program SPACE co-funded by the European Union program Creative Europe. Additionally co-funded by @kulturas_ministrija and @kulturkapitals (VKKF). Project “SPACE: Sustainable Production for Artistic Communities in Europe” is funded by the European Union. Views and opinions expressed are however those of the author(s) only and do not necessarily reflect those of the European Union or the European Education and Culture Executive Agency (EACEA). Neither the European Union nor EACEA can be held responsible for them.

Long overdue recap: The Heart Song / what if I don’t pump it Performance in Nida, for @dutchartinstitute December 2024 Feat. Leonurus cardiaca I have no idea how to transmit the elegance of caring deeply without becoming too motherly and safe. How to not hide unnecessarily but also not make it all about me. How to not appear dull & individualistic but also not flash my intellect like an empty flag. How to be accessible for all and cater to the arts bubble at the same time And yet, probably, live art it is. There is no better form for me. See you soon in something completely different :) 📷 @ayseidilidil & @keit_bonnici

I joined this dance collective of just doing what you want and this is what we did OF COURSE Apart from that, I’m in the white hole. Sound bends around me. Coming off after 20+ years of 9-5 is no joke. I’ve made several attempts before but this time there’s no going back. Wiggling my toes, doing amateur crafts, to keep the blood moving Also fuck abstraction, long live being, see you in spring I guess & long live Palestine, long live Ukraine, empires must burn 🔥 🔥🔥 📷 @sabineneilande

I’m announcing the year of the WHITE HOLE: The life-giver, The truth-keeper. This is the year you’ll vanish into the white hole. (You won’t be saved, but you will pass time- Sober, immersed.) Stay awake. You’ll need to be ready when I arrive to moisturize your fractured sense of time Shall we play a game where no one gets saved Just a river devouring its own tail, a tiger drinking from you whisker-deep, swallowed by the white hole.

First day of school. Kepiñu upītē un uz burtnīcas /(c) @henriks.z A school that accepts werewolves After a 20 year break I re-entered the academic system and it has changed 🤍🤍🤍🤍 @dutchartinstitute

just when I needed to slow down even more, @y_event_series offered me to make a slow film. It’s 1hour long and very boring, but also, very present and attention-charged. I’d rather say it’s a documentation of a performance with stuff going on behind the scenes that I will not disclose. As always, process comes first, and Im firm in my trust that “what meets the eye” must only be a side effect of what’s beyond the eye. It will be shown tomorrow 31.08 @homonovusfestival & later in Prague and Utrecht. My debut both as a screen dancer and a filmmaker, and immense thanks to @julienbruneau66 and @keisendak for helping to make it possible THEY HAVE EMPTIED OUT MY SHOULDER Body, text: Agnese Krivade Sound, camera, colouring: Kei Sendak Witness: Julien Bruneau

UNDOING 01 is done. Spaces between things and communions between beings were created that won’t be undone. Thank you to all participants, collaborators, esp @lindon.shimizu , and supporters, especially @savvala.savage and @monika_gruzite We will do that again. Because art is what emerges in collectivity and physicality. Art is not “showing what you can do”, it’s rather not hiding from yourself and the other anymore. And sometimes it’s your tiredness and undoing that transports you there. Video credits: Drone shooting @lindon.shimizu Voice/text @dubultsgirts Supporters of 5th season of SAVVALA: @creativeeurope @kulturkapitals Vidzemes plānošanas reğions @kulturas_ministrija Latviešu vēsturiskās zemes @valmierasnovads Also Ķelmēni @latvijasvalstsmezi @malduguns_alus

Hello from Venice, biennale preview. I’m going through a burnout and - a very atypical for me - moment of misanthropy. Probably a healthy aversion towards everything for the reasons of survival. The receptivity of my mind is killing me. The chronic lack of energetic boundaries is killing me. I need a break. Especially from anything that isn’t slow, calm, nerdy, authentic and devoid of ambition. So this is an art piece I made when I was finally alone and it is called “fuck art world”. I really wanted to stay here for 1 hour but unfortunately I have to run to an exhibition. Bye.

Which symphonies of adjusting emerge from non-doing? (Steve Paxton asked in ‘Small dance’) The shades of decay and the forms of poetry emerging. Something I only learned once I moved to the “old Europe” - because up in the north-East we love to clean up. We clean up nature before it becomes ‘messy’. Not that people here are more comfortable to co-create with Death. The public sphere is robbed of this precious visceral intimacy. They don’t look at the faces of their dead ones in funerals, they don’t touch the bodies. Do you know what a dead person feels like upon touch? And a newborn one, out of curiosity? Just asking. Not your fault, they keep the dead ones away from us. Before it becomes messy. Certain dead ones are even being kept out of the news. But the news have been funny lately. Fyi - a dead person feels like clay. Just started pottery classes in the hood Hippodrome. Admit it’s winter and your body wants to slow down. Not to “compensate” with more booze caffeine supplements sugar gym. Nor dissociate with Netflix etc. It wants the slow kind of being. Body is nature it’s not your outlook agenda. It wants to walk outside while it’s still light. It wants to connect to the sleeping nature within. No energy for fruits and flowers at this time. It’s just your inner eye, staring into the dialogues of your entangled roots. Finally hearing with your inner ear, once the outside noise has dimmed. The dead ones have a message waiting. Press play. The grief that’s gathered up in the upper alveoles of your lungs - the tiny painful bubble clusters, right behind those shiny chest muscles or pointed breasts. Shine the light of your consciousness so the lambs can stop screaming, Clarice. So that the cleaning up in the sense of “restoring of truth” - can begin. So the Lamb may come. Seasons greetings 🖤🕯️

because culture gets transferred body to body