May women
who cut people heads off
who live freely
whose fingers are stinky
who wipe on their dresses their bloody nails
be cursed
Ambre.
Related Blogposts
Dear everyone, During the six months that have gone by since our joint immersion into the sensuous and poetic, I have worked on a text about The Mongrels participation as visiting researcher. I felt that our experiences, experiments and interactions with staff and students was so significant that it deserved…
What is my method? To Be Like a Strong Tree that Can Not Be Moved. When I feel afraid and get nervous – I will not Move. When I want to run away – I will not Move. When I feel sad – I will not Move. When I feel…