Next week Dasniya is performing with performance artist/journalist, Richard Rabensaat. And it appears I’ve agreed to also. Gesichter spiegeln Gedanken. Augen gelten als Fenster zur Innerlichkeit. Was geschieht, wenn die Fenster verschlossen, der Kopf verborgen ist? Kann sich der männliche … Continue reading
On the first weekend of December (that’s this one coming), Dasniya and I are making a second attempt of Jute Disintegration, this time it seems with more people. It’s the same as before, but not. We’ve yet to watch the … Continue reading
Photos! Unlike every workshop for the past two years, I barely took any photos in Vienna, and the last day, when I planned to, instead I got distracted making a self-suspension and by the time that was over was slightly … Continue reading
For the third summer in a row, Dasniya Sommer and I will be in Brussels, in a little over two weeks to once more teach Yoga and Shibari at Charleroi Danses. We will be teaching some of the basic stuff again, as … Continue reading
A bike across to Kreuzberg in the morning after some demonic infestations before breakfast, to pick up a very special camera from the darling Christian. Among other things, today was my first time using a proper DSLR (for those who … Continue reading
Moments of brilliance yesterday in two hours of Jute Disintegration, very happy with the mess. (Many photos to make an appearance here sometime today…)
This Sunday, Dasniya and I, along with a few others are making some kind of performance/performance art/installation thing in Alte Kantine Wedding. It’s something of another rehearsal, and something of a thing that people could observe as an audience might. It … Continue reading
Yesterday began proper something Dasniya and I have been talking about for a while – a performance/installation of ropes plus other things. It is somewhat inevitable, really, given the previous photo shoots, workshops, classes, where ideas obviously lead eventually to … Continue reading
I shall watch it with eyes averted. Or, perhaps glimpse it every so often. Nonetheless, tomorrow night I won’t exit the room as I did on saturday at Bains. Still not quite ready to see the whole thing, and enjoying … Continue reading
… Where was I? Brussels. It took longer to get from Schönefeld airport to home than from Brussels to Berlin. Monday was a day to pass without the hectic routine of the previous weeks. No rising in a stupor, no … Continue reading