PERFORMANCE
HERE I’M ONE OF TOUSED STARS SPEAR INTO THE PLANET CALLED EARTH. I WONDER MANY TIMES WHY I DID REINCARNATE HERE ALL OVER AGAIN WHY AGAIN AND AGING ROTATING, SPINNING, COLLAPSING...
ENDLESSLY FALLING APART AND REBORN AGAIN
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I MISS, AND I DO LONG FOR AND MAYBE IT'S MY LAST REINCARNATION BEFORE RETURNING HOME TRANSFORMING ENDLESSLY INTO THE LIGHT
WHAT I DO LOVE ABOUT EARTH?
EXPLORE HER THROUGH SENSES, FEEL, TOUCH, TASTE
MEET YOU AND MYSELF ALL OVER AGAIN
AND THE VERY SPECIAL ONE WHERE SHE IS TAKING ME DEEP DOWN, INTRODUCING HER FAMILY, PLANT MEDICINE, ANIMALS, BACTERIA, SOIL, AND DEAREST ONE TREES...
EACH TIME SHE TAKES ME THERE INTO THE WILDNESS I STRUGGLE TO COME BACK AND I DO WANT TO PLANT HER IN MY, LUNGS, BODY, AND SENSATION, PHYSICALLY AND ENERGETICALLY.
ENDLESS NIGHTS OF INSOMIA, SORROW, PAIN, AND MOMENTS OF JOY, HAPPINESS, AND CELEBRATION
OHH YES SHE TEACHES ME TO WALK INTO THE BEAUTY WAY, HOW TO NOURISH MYSELF AND MATURE LIKE A WINE
BUT MY INNER CHILD AHHH MY INNER CHILD IS HUNGRY AL THE TIME SO I DO NEED TO KEEP PLANTING NEW SEEDS WITHIN ME...
ALL OVER AGAIN ROTATING, SPINNING, COLLAPSING...
I WILL GONNA PLANT THE SEED IN ME FOR A NEW BEGINNING, THE TEARS ARE MY MEDICINE POURING GENTLY AND OTHER TIMES TRANSFORMING INTO A WATERFALL.
WHAT ELSE IS MISSING A SPARKING SUN THAT SLOW ME DOWN, HELPING ME TO GROUND
EACH DAY I WAKE UP LOOKING AT MYSELF, CHECKING IF ANYTHING GROWS AND BLOOMS BUT OFTEN I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING...
HER VOICE APPEARED DON'T WORRY CHILD, NOTHING IS GROWING OVERNIGHT, BE PATIENT, BE PATIENT
KEEP POURING AND ENJOY LIFE
I TRY TO FOLLOW THE VOICE
WHEN DID I LAST TIME SMILE AND LAUGH
WHEN DID I LAST TIME FELT BOOMING FROM INSIDE
FREE MYSELF FROM BEING WORRIED
WHEN DID I LAST TIME ......
TIME
QUESTIONS I HAVE BEEN ASKING MYSELF ON A JOURNEY CALLED LIFE: WHAT I'M DOING HERE?
WITH EACH BREATH HER VOICE IS STRONGER AND SHE IS BECOMING MORE VISIBLE, SHE WAITS PATIENTLY IN A HIDDEN PLACE TILL I WILL BE READY TO MEET HER AND NACK TO HER DOOR.
THE CAILLEACH YOU BROUGHT MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES BACK, AS A LITTLE CHILD I WAS TOLD A STORY ALL OVER AGAIN, BY MY GRANDMOTHER ABOUT BABA JAGA THE ONE WHO COMES TO VILLAGES TO STEAL CHILDREN WHO DON'T REALLY BEHAVE WELL - THE NUTTY ONE. I MUST CONFESS EACH TIME I LISTEN TO THE STORY I FELT FEARLESS AS I ALWAYS GET INTO TROUBLES.
WHAT BROUGHT ME HERE TO SCOTLAND, PROBABLY MANY THINGS AND I BELIEVE THAT ONE OF THEM IS CAILLEACH
– part my performance that I wrote and patchwork with other text inspired by
Eart Creation and CAILLEACH
Questions guide us to answers
I often ask myself why I act and perform,
why do I feel the need to express myself through movement, words, sound, mix media and
I can't explain it by referring to logic.
I feel a hunger and a calling from the inside as the seed in me was planted for a lifetime.
What is Earth without plants, wildlife, animals, rain, sun, and wind?
What is Earth without dreamers, artists, and magicians, creators?
Creating is for me like a magic carpet for Aladdin
It opens an unknown door where imagination has the Freedom to be expressed
Where the inner child can turn into a fairy
Or a magician.
This space is open for exchange and collaboration.
Let's dream together
Links to some of my work that luckily was preserved some years back.
Thank you for watching and travelling with me
SINGING BODY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeGJMx_8j-k
TESTING THE BREATH
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozbxRFZTEtM
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmnWqFnskIg&t=686s
SHE dialogue with myself
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