I’m returning to Sisters Hope Home, a place I feel I know a bit already, as a physical space anyways. I have some very clear memories from my previous inhabitation. My body remembers, too. But I also know this time will be different. Good! I welcome new experiences.Curious what will feel familiar, like coming home. And also to notice irritations: change, challenges, surprises. Looking forward to allowing it all to…
“ I want to thank everyone who came to my funeral (…)“ stop for a moment, press play, take three breaths and look around. Come back. continue being a witness… Her office was already dark when I stepped inside. Dimmed lights, I mean, suede turquiose pillows, soft carpet that makes one wanna live and love. She then lied down on this black carpet. With my hands, I prepared her body…
dissolving evolvingThe doors of perception infinite steps I have three homesIn a dynamic life circet The homes inside, with a garden and a view. The home inside. The homes inside.OutsideInsideOutside Going homeWith gratitude We Inhabit Mountains
I am visiting Sisters Hope Home with two goals in mind and heart. Firstly, I want to remove myself from the physical, mental and social environment that is my everyday life, and enter a parallel space where I can shed unwanted modes of being in world. Specific goals in this regard is to learn how to fight the incessant need for distractions, instead being poetically present with myself and my…
outside inside Hz Hz Hz 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, …__drums and sticks and stones and bones
5: Home again. At our Home in Belgium. I left Sisters Hope Home last week but I make no distinction between these homes when the quality of life that I long for is concerned. The structure of the day is different, there’s another set of choices concerning colours, sound, ways of interaction and all that. For one: internet is here. And, also important to me: the wide range of communication…
The Searcher came in search To find messages from a multitude of hearts White rose I picked up from the pavement During my first departure Air rose dipped in the red ink Changing color Making rhythms in a dark room I painted Your face with a clean brush Why are you here? Searchers need not search in solitude The Searcher found a home of belonging A place where we are…
For the Sisters’ Academy Inhabitation, I will be coming as visiting researcher to re-define the experience of Home and continue my Life ~ Death ~ Testament project. What I really want from afar right now is listening and seeing and tasting beyond bold edges of space and its inhabitants. I will also be performing, together with Co-habitants, a series of rituals on sensous death and symbolic testament. The place: in…
As time pass, I realize I am afraid of time.How did I end up with being afraid of seconds, minutes, hours, and years? I am afraid of time spent.I am afraid of not managing to be on time. To lose time. To not manage to do what I want to do in time.To not know the time.To not having control of time.As I run to keep time, I question myself…
I came here in search. I came. she came here longing, searching. She was solid She was frozen. She came she denied. She died. the heart beats and beats. i came here in search of the meaning of the heart. Heartbeat after heartbeat. Beat, beat. And after that beat another beat. the heart beats but what does it mean? i dont know what it means but i will try to…