It feels like too much to frame
From advised 2 major choices
I could not resist the sound of three
Lorena you can take this
I thought

Writing matters
The blind date
All you can art

Now I wish I would have dropped the last one
But I would be getting ahead of myself
And in the minor?
a gift
The theme: care
A sweetener for focus

I rounded up my online presence
I knew I need to go somewhere more warm
Follow the language of my childhood
Apply for a time abroad
I know I want to do so
But I don’t know if I will

I packaged all my works
Sectioned and sorted
Labelled with title, material, and year
Now with this array
I began investigating
Put it into words

Silly little thing to try and answer these questions

Who are you?

What is your art about?

Why do you create?

What is the gist?

What is your gist…
So, I wrote one in my language
And one in this linear culture
Opposites dancing again
Softness formulating Hardness
Lost furniture becomes a hub of life
A coral reef
and the main character
of a story told by the ones who come to listen
it went something like this

with hansje
my partner in an act of sharing
of bringing art to more people
the elderly of Laurens was our audience
she invited me to her garden
I wanted to introduce her to paper porcelain

But she called me all hours of the day
Demanded more than I could bear to give
I stressed to sew pillows for comfort
When I had to move on to another collaboration

She cut them all up

Died brown what had been round and big

It was difficult for her
I get that
But when the gift was handed over
She thought my name should not be next to the work
As if I had done nothing

As if those hours and my effort was worth nothing

Mentionless
I should remain

This was the worst
Project
I
Ever
Was
Part
Of

But blind date

Was my saviour

My 2 weeks of being baffled
Lathered in creative minds
Creative bodies
Building a world of dreams

A performance that pushed me out of 7 of my comfort zones
I read my poems
I spoke to them dancing
Danced myself
Saw what beauty there is still to be explored
Im still in disbelieve of the outcome
And in gratefulness for this closeness
An opening up

We washed trapped air

With ioanna
We realized our connections
Our need for lemons
And care for a different understanding of health
One that allows for collective wellbeing

I could not permit to leave an author unmentioned
Robin wall Kimmerer
And
Braiding Sweetgrass
It’s been a friend in trying to
“remember the things
I didn’t know I had forgotten”
As well as pipilotti Rist
And her understanding of building stories
Capturing them

I also dove into spherology
Investigating the ways we are artificially kept separate
Us as bubbles

Translucent

Fragile

And co-Isolated social units

Thank you Peter Sloterdijk
And Ivonna Yanicka
And of course, thank you Ana Sting
And A.C. Conrad
Who all helped us to realize Press-pectives
Remedies that redefine self-care

Pressing becomes an act of mindful contact
But our presentation felt anticlimactic
Apparently 5 minutes in a full room is not enough
Not enough

To be touched by what you touch

Rewind and taste the potions of your childhood
To Appreciate lemons

Did you know
They take 9 months to become
that yellow sweetsour goodness
like you and I

9 months

And this period was a third of that
And I felt like I birthed more…

I spend so much time shaping clay
Made a water giver for my plants
Which turned out like it should have
Like it has never before

and this should conclude it all

TERM 3.1

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