
On a Bed of Spiderwebs

This one is for the trees And I was so ashamed that everyone could see That I'm a lonesome uprooted crippled burned down sorted to pieces dying tree

It is problematic to consume without caution

From here I can see our mistakes

This place

Intimate Aggression with Quenton Stuckey

They emanate from the place

SPILL SPACE: Otion Front Studio Residency// Movement Sessions

Mourning mother

Comfortably Familiar

So much I've been hiding

How Could You

The elaboration of emotions in visual-motor representations help us to work through the uncertainty independently of cognition

For those who seek to be transformed rather than entertained

Serious Life Decisions

Psychopomp// Collaboration with musical artist NIRE

We are only as good as our tools

Choreographed by Pain

I don't believe in anything but my own intuition

I am not afraid This is not suffering This is not pain I have no regrets My heart leaves nothing behind Thank you Thank you Thank you

Progress is painfully slow

Embodied Land

Take the help you can get

Psychopomp// Collaboration with musical artist NIRE

Oversaturated and flushed with fever, you are not tired, you are drained

You are dead. You are reading this but you are dead.

Scorpion Queen

It struggles painfully against its own conditioning

A dance till death

Seek exquisite efficiency

Entering BERLIN

Casual Melancholia

OH HOW I MISS YOU

My body is not mine; it is your dollhouse to play in. It has been taken from me. It belongs to all

Memories:: between honesty and lies

Expanding

On a bed of spiderwebs I think of how to change myself

The subconscious is speaking

Death doesn't come at the end, it's been growing inside you all along

As a child I believed I could speak to the trees, hear the moon, and see the whispers of energy living things left behind

An unquiet mind never sleeps

SPILL SPACE: : Otion Front Studio Residency//Performance

Dwelling in the realm of the human spirit

You know who you are

Hazey Daze

On the fifth day she ran through 8lbs of hot glue

Arts Letters and Numbers: Day One of Residency

Nonverbally with you

I Wonder If They all Came Out of the Wallpaper as I Did

A heavy charge

Complete but not finished

These Houses are Alive

Let meaning be immanent

"hush"

The monster you lie with is your own

Big Cheese - Thank You

This house is alive

I'm healing in here

The mind will disobey the heart and your entire body will let you know

It is hard to move under all this heavy: Soundscape by : Causal Melancholia

All I know is that it rained when I asked for rain

Echoing Into the Past

Suffering is Necessary

Strength through introspection

Shadow Licker

Spitting Bits of My Soul

INter

Sleep is for the weak:: Tonight I will bring you the moon

It didn't make sense until now

Wait for the pain to be over

SHe

Depression often feels like knowing too much

The only relief is dance or death

More soft surrender less fight

Herding in and out

HEROINE

Wounded Healer

Shedding Skin and Harmful Stories under the Scorpio Moon

Flooded Boundaries

Tried to be open, prefer to be closed

Wishing to be no name I surrender this body Bleed me

Safety In Symmetry

Battling with herself stuck in sendings that never reach destination Restore restore yourself

With wisdom comes despair: Die Well

See the Unseeable::The wounded healer is no longer wounded

My vulnerability is my strength

Dangerously beautiful are metaphors to illusions

The more we are achieving advances in science, the more we seem to fear and deny the reality of death

Psychopomp// Collaboration with musical artist NIRE

Forgive me I have been lonely

A disembodied being trying to tell you something

I am a memory

How do you want to die

NoBody Seeking to be EveryBody

When body steals mind

What We Ignore Usually Persists

Building a tiny world in a space I've never seen with only the materials I could carry

How could you live for so long and still not get it

Arts Letters and Numbers:: In this place the past makes itself known

If If we cannot deny death we may attempt to master it

Tempelhof Airport: feeling the past

Psychopomp//Collaboration with artist NIRE

The inanimate world has such impeachable wisdom: no thought

No Way Out

Inherited Body

Bird Song

A revelling walk

Measuring aspects of the personality by processing projections of the inner self
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Exploration of the subconscious is a doorway to transformation

Take care of each other

Dancing in a German Death Garden

Raw Motion

Find me on the other side

Life as the dream

The mind took over to remember while the body waited for release

How many times did you say that to me

A comfortable familiar: I found you at the market and I will try not to appropriate what is not mine

Echoing into the Past Everything fades away

The Breakdown

A Scream into the Abyss

The one who knows something knows they know nothing

Landscapes of Tsarimir

Processing

Keeping a secret hurts my insides

Aged blame

Edited by fear

Desire to Disappear

Death as the awakening

Lies they feed us have us running in circles

She lives in a past. A twin that doesn't know she isn't you.

I am a mirror

Get Out

Our Fear of Death is Based on a Misunderstanding

Lost Memory

Language in gestures

Tempelhof Airport: Sometimes the past makes itself known

The Land adopts and you adapt

The added weight will make us stronger

Intense and Isolated

Emanating from the place itself

Trying not to over think it

You saw my body: Stupid girl he thought

Is this yours or mine

Don't go

The only dancing ape

Dying is an opportunity

Vulnerable

Oh fuck, I was careless again

Deep Inside Her

Wait Wait all we do is wait

What you see is not a reflection of my psychological state, it is yours

Painful Pleasure

To get lost and not found

I felt you watching

A Dreamer's Dance

Conditioned:: Never satisfied

My body as an intimate memoir that revels the vulnerable

I ask my body and I listen

There is no one more fearless than one who is egoless

Unconsciously Performing

Confronting Loss and Pain

In a repertoire of gestures

Psychopomp//Collaboration with musical artist NIRE

Emotional Beast

I saw them evicted: The whole house shakes

Lost in a thick heavy daze

Unspeakable Yearning

I don't smile when I dance because of all those years of conditioning but today I smiled in this dank old basement filled with bones because I wasn't really there, I was in a memory with you.

Screaming in to these old bones: sounds by IVY

Stuck in sendings that never reach destionation: Restore Restore Yourself

Hurting not injured

Wanting to be noticed not wanting to be found

How do You Feel

Look at the beautiful mess we've made

Hushhhh Hushhhh

By killing the ego you saw a way to survive and you were full

The root of our suffering

Heavy Shadows

I love my vagina and no you can't have it

SAFE SPACE IS A LIE

To The Man Who Married a Fairy

Dance at Dune

Not a performance: stuck

I am. Call me what you like

Nature will kill this body if it can

I need this, you don't need to like it

It is never just one thing

Disappeared for One Day

OK comes and goes

Some nights are tragic

LOOP:: all time related to reality

Truth in nightmares

Planes of awareness

Heal Yourself

Hear the voice of the most familiar other

Ripples from the Ruins

Trapped in this place

Vagina

None here by that name

Please don't presume to know me
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