The last workshop is over. Number five. I was lucky to have the neighbouring group joining my group from the start because few people showed up. My colleague volunteered to take his students with him. Pre-liminally, the group was lined outside the door in the same way as the other…

The workshop is developing. (…) Today, two tables were placed staggered in the centre of the room. Writing stations on either side with blotter pads, paper, pen and different colour ink. On two other tables remaining along the wall, books and texts were laid out. Print out pages were omitted…

(Excerpts) IN THE CORRIDOR smiling faces, some well-known, some of strangers, quiet concentration. Faces line up. Hands handling phones. Anticipation rising. Stomach churning, but eye contact, yes, eye contact, easily found. Lean on it. Lean on what is light. Right: warm hand on veiled shoulder, sweaty shoulder, frail or strong…

This week, I will be conducting workshops as a continuation of the boarding school experiences. This time, the frame is the school that I work on. Over the next three days, five workshops will take place taking their starting point from classes held at SAM. I have been preparing books…

regarding homework home at work, always working at home when not home also work(ing) and when not working nothing sticks we only work when we hang out other times are for me working and you worrying – at home or what turns out to be a temporary way of living.…

With The Untamed I learned patience in awareness and how to bring another into that very space of awareness. With The Gardener I learned to measure one’s words by one’s actions in subtle yet heart-warming hospitality. With The (w)Hole I learned trust and the naked emancipation of one’s desire as…

SILVA SAVAGE: I very much enjoyed the 48 hours of exploration and experimentation. I enjoyed the encounters, the dialogues, the chanting, the tableaus, the food, the classes and my own feathery bubble of cutting and slicing and being. I deconstructed a researcher cloak and made a destructor dress. I met…

Blackbird at Sisters Office Confession Booth day 13

Final blog entry Rapture shuns remembering – like dreams when waking. Shared joy is not accustomed to explanation, an invention to measure lightness is yet to be discovered. But some dreams do stay with us, and are Blueprints of the Future. The time at the academy is one of them.

Transmission I did not have any particular expectations. I tried to be open. But I really did not expect to be moved, touched. But I was. And that was lovely. The very first thing that happened when I walked through the door, was that two hands stretched out to me…