Night. A white room in a house I do not know. I am lying in an open shipping transport box that fits my body in exact measure. Light wood, simple and coffin like. The bottom is covered with soft, pillowish dark blue material. I feel comfortable, yet I am aware that the situation is dangerous….

The last time I saw my father alive was this summer, a few months after he died. I am lying in a cool, dark sauna room inside a small wooden house in the mountains. My two friends are in the loft right above, sleep watching over my mushroom induced journey below. First I am surrounded…

Bathing my Father | disability and sensuality Herbert’s spastic movements begin to soften a bit when the warm water runs down his chest. He sighs, his fingers un-gripping mine. Since he is not speaking, nor standing, eating or walking anymore on his own, a lot of our togetherness is in the non-verbal realm. I do…

Tiny Letter platform closed, so did our archive of all the artists contributions. Erased on the interweb? Line Death Dance was an ongoing performance and publishing project to self-remind and celebrate the inter-relatedness of creative processes and to keep sharing during the pandemic. Initially the project served to re-group my relationship to dance and performance. Desires…

it’s been forever since I don’t give a shit since I gave a fuck a perineal in and out it’s been forever since the shame coils close to the shadow of my sacral pump the fear to the back of my throat the anger to the lining of my stomach as if I was fed…

Tom had to lie down on his kitchen floor in the tiny box apartment- his medicines are wearing off. His body is becoming more immobile by the minute. His mouth and hands are tremoring, his limbs are rigid. He can’t get up. Can’t lie down any longer either. It’s a struggle for survival. The sense…

The dance unfolded for me from a very young age. My father’s Parkinson’s Disease seemed ever present. I don’t remember a time without it. In my childhood, the realization and experience of the emotional challenge of his condition was preceded by an intensely inquisitive period, where symptoms in his body became visible and captured my…