The sea is an aesthetic persona, representing both storm and calm. With a soul as deep as the ocean’s depths, the Sea conceals an infinite calm beneath a surface of roaring waves. The sea’s exterior may be wild and unpredictable, but at its core, there is always a duality –…

A collection of worlds to be traveled as a Landscape Gradually dropping through layers of fear and overwhelm, slowly traveling through worlds, frozen memory lands of unsafety and hurt. I feel sorrow and discomfort as I travel. I am always alone when I am here. Somewhere between dreaming and waking…

Once upon a time The Translator, in the darkness, bade us ask ‘Hello heart! How are you?’ and Dog understood. And our heart replies these days: i am still aching healed, yes, longing, true stillness was the key tears to soothe sorrows gratitude to breathe -Dog

Once upon a time The Translator, in the darkness, bade us ask ‘Hello heart! How are you?’ and Dog understood. And our heart replies these days: i am still aching healed, yes, longing, true stillness was the key tears to soothe sorrows gratitude to breathe -Dog

Separate in reality The matter is with you You still feel it on your skin You feel it under your Skin It shows The weight of thoughts The energy they store Can memories live forever In the space between us? Does space dillute? Do the memories re-ignite? when the space…

Spreading Fire spread fire through my entire body.  Slowly and methodically burning my body,  while urging me to feed the flames with my own breath.  Leaving me as a pile of ashes from which a new self rose, stomping around in the ashes, eventually forming them into a question mark.…

With immense power, resistance dictates the energy exerted When resistance is too high, no energy will flow When resistance is lowered the only limits are the physical restraints When the initial resistance is too low the energy will shatter the physical In an explosion melting into and burning everything around…

Just like in dreams, we create when we are awake. We create love, we create suffering, we create death. We are the creators. With one movement I can go back to recreating thousands of years circle of my past lives Or I can opean my eyes, hear, feel, taste and…

how do you open those gates? in your eyes in your chest all of you in inhabitance you stay with me when just existing on my own in my own silence covering the rocks of time the children of you the wonders you invite showers of a heart a hand…

Having spent four days immersed in inhabitation, I have come away with a heightened awareness of the sensuous. I have collected ideas on how to weave into my life a range of techniques into the ‘everyday’. I also will keep forever the visions of what a fully sensuous world can…