Me, Jajadènene, would like to leave you a message about the lingering (I love the word “lingering”) in this body, here in Maastricht (NL). The watery curtains, the sounds and feeling of the long skirts brushing near my ears when I was laying there, the colored worlds of red, pink,…
“To understand existential health and resilience through an artistic practice. An artistic practice that works specifically with the sensuous and poetic. Behind me photos from our recent large-scale, long-term durational performance-art piece Sisters Hope Home is showing. It shows images of the space and what we term in-situ data donated …
Endless darkness no light, no hope only silence pressing in But in the hush of shadow, you lift my chin and tell me; look up The clouds part, and there light begins to show not all at once but in specks – stars scattered in the dark…
The star hides against the darkness In the veil of void A vast distance that cannot be bridged You’ll never come close Only dream what lies between You should feel lucky to Dream in the distance You don’t want to get too close You don’t want to know what really…
RUNE I. BIRTH OF WAINAMOINEN (From the first poem of Kalevala) ……. Excerpt of the creation myth: Scarce a moment onward passes, Ere a beauteous bird descending, Hastens toward the water-mother, Comes a-flying hither, thither, Seeks herself a place for nesting. Flies she eastward, flies she westward, Circles northward, circles…
Gawking eyes glaring glances whispers feeding fear “Come and take it, I give it away for free” it says Shouting asking but not yet listening hearing others but not the other “Stay away” fear whispers by selling thrilling treats who glitter But all…
and just like that a glistering grain . . . . fell . . . . and is now landing more will come
Após estar na casa Sisters Hope, vejo que foi uma trajetória mágica. Sai da casa em meio as lágrimas e entendi que estar lá foi uma mistura de realidade e ficção, sonho e medo, sociedade secreta, com sons, regras e segredos. Nunca imaginei ter essa vivência e entrar lá me…
Green hands. The Egg travels through my skin. Water and urin. Flooding. An Entourage. Because of security. Cleansing. Grateful. Always. Got a blessing. Was told by the warmest of eyes that I had big vital energy. And he cast a blessing on me that his fathers, his gods, would always…
At times carefully at time carelessly I gather all the pieces the pieces of something that seems known to me long ago I knew it by heart I put the pieces together mixing them with what I already recalled The heaviness gives me rhythm that pressing bends my bones…
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