here by the window I die a little quietly every sunset with a cigarette in my right hand   this is where I meet with my restless, my anxious, my lonely, my most volnurable   the soft spot my breath refuses to reach if it was not for the smoke…

Sister Hope Home is a few days away and we are curious about our inhabitation exploring the poetic and sensuous modes of being and being together. Our aesthetic inhabitation will be driven by a curiosity of exploring the collective wisdom and intuition. The past year has introduced us to and…

In the past year, I fell in future love. A single kiss travelled across time and space to land between us. Future familiarities so unexpected, it took my breath away. In that moment, my mind and heart were flooded with future memories, myriad physical, erotic entanglements, uncontainable laughter, arguments over…

Today, RED THREAD SHED. B O N D S … be embodied a Bumblebeeing

A travel to a sensuous world on the dark side. I am feeling scared, unsafe and disoriented after entering this other world. The gloomy surroundings with very little ligth, dark heavy curtains from floor to ceiling is between me and the outside world. The space is indeed very sensuous but…

… a Visit  :8 many things Found and Losses mournedfamiliarity  AND  alienationin  AND  out  AND  in-betweenbeeing  AND  doinggive  AND  takeyes, noMAYbee Mind  &  Gutdried up  AND  oozingallow, hold, wait, releasesingularity – transition – simultaneousness past . PRESENT . future BeingMe(with) You All included ? on our way Home … 8:

Existing blog. Arriving to existence. Feeling blessed and grateful for having this fulfilling and mind-blowing experience of life cycles in Sisters Hope Home. Grateful for having my senses sharpened and my feeling of connectedness in tune. In the following days I came to experience an intense sensing of everyone and…

ready but disconnected, decomposedsoil is called compostliving organisms recomposed, allowing to grow anew

is sensuous inhabitation doing the things we would normally do, just infinity times slower? upon existing, over the fence, I saw two girls wearing your colourswondering if they could sense the delicate veil of spring flowers on the lawn beneath themor if later, their hands would linger together on a…

In Sisters Hope Home, I was inside a nervous system larger than me, inside another living organism. The walls were alive, embracing me. We, our bodies, were part of the circuits and metabolism of the Home. How I miss it, having returned to the illusion of being an individual, leading…