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
IMPOROVE [d]
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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