Modernity kills my soul. I get scared when it starts to get foggy in my head. I let an egg drop on the floor. It breaks. Eggs are meant to break when dropped on the floor.
A research on the triangular relation between human, animal and machine, studied through fuming anger, greed and forgiveness. Written after reconcile, with tears and a pinch of humor. A text supported by a slideshow of 200 photographs, theatrical elements and a sound composition by my dear @wifionice 🤍 Thank you all who have watched with care. ♥️ And now I stand on two legs again 🫡
Photo 1 by @fagnerlima_designs
Photo 4 by @sophie.dandanell
Photo 5 by @francafungo
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@dutchartinstitute performed @nidaartcolony
EXCERPT!!! 🧑💻📑 Words spoken out loud are felt in the body. Some words are more loaded than others. The choice of which word is put after another word, partly shapes the rhythm of a sentence.
She told me our Polish ancestries were based in the mountains of the Tatra, how beautfiul that sounded and oh so dangerous to turn nostalgic towards.
The pointy landscape where her family’s farm was burned during the Second World War, and resulted in a displacement to lower hills, one move closer to the flat West-European mystique. I had hoped she would share more about her family’s past, but she didn’t know that much herself. As she put it to me:
I have forgotten.
When she was a young child she had never seen her father’s side of the family after his premature death, and turned them into scattered souls all around the globe, never to be seen again. One of the very few things she shared with me was the sadness in our eyes you only see in Eastern European gay porn after the fall of the Wall. Faces of horniness and anxiety.
Happy holidays sweethearts, to another year of fighting supremacist fapitalists and totalitarian cummunists 🥰
Pictures taken from the video game
@cronosnewdawn by @blooberteam
ANNOUNCEMENT!!! Next month I will be performing something sad and epic in Lithuania.🐰🐰
A performance exploring daddy issues, being part of a patriarchal headed family business, trying to stay sane when you’re going insane, the limits of modern agriculture, hypocrisy and finding warmth when you experience the cold aftermath of heartbreak. With a lot of realness, instead of romanticized countryside landscape.
Thank you for having me in your performance @eye_sofa 🤍👼🤍 And thank you @ificantdance_ and tutors for pondering us through our voice and listening in last year’s seminar Word and the Wound, and now you’re ready to sing 💙
What are the politics of wobble in a world obsessed with control?
Even in our sleep,
Pain which cannot forget,
Falls drop by drop
Upon the heart Until,
In our own despair,
Against our will,
Comes wisdom
Through the awful grace of God
Aeschylus
Video and picture 1 by @wifionice
Photo 2 by @carlosazeredomesquita
