After a long hiatus while busily working on other independent projects, I’m back with updates! For the most part of 2018 so far, I have been dedicating a lot of my time to the organisation I founded together with Klaudia Domurat, called The WØMB. The WØMB is a non-profit association empowering female, non-binary and female-identifying creatives and entrepreneurs in the creative industries. We hold bi-annual symposiums with workshops, masterclasses, roundtables and panels led by industry […]
‘We, all of us creatures, can feel when the new season is coming and it means the same thing in our bones to all of us…’ With the new season of autumn just arriving to Berlin, we have just released the teaser for our film and installation work: IN THE DARK DARK ROOM (2017). The work showcases our filmmaking, audio and narrative capabilities as Uferlos Studios and we are very proud to present a taste of […]
Over the past few months I have begun an aural-visual-textual collaboration with creative collective Uferlos Studios, involving live and performed readings of my writing and video work based on the soundscapes and music of Klaudia Domurat.
My short literary essay, ‘Lost Knowledge. Just tumult everywhere endlessly’ appears in the latest issue of Runway: Australian Experimental Art journal. http://runway.org.au/lost-knowledge-just-tumult-everywhere-endlessly/ Confused? Lost? […] If you don’t know where you are, can you know who you are? Just tumult everywhere endlessly, tumult modulating into another tumult all over and without end. The change is so constant so pervasive so relentless, that identity, place, scale – all measure lessen, weaken, eventually disappear. – Roni Horn, […]
Extract from recent piece written for Voyeurs, curated by Vincent Chomaz and Zona Dynamic for Month of Performance Art, Berlin: Your finger has memories “Snow falls on lips; melts immediately. Then falls again as she continues on through the whiteness. Wind whisks away the utmost layer, over and over – slowly, imperceptibly, shrinking the mountain. Then, with the next shiver of snow, the mountain grows again, just as imperceptibly. Footprints last only a few breaths; […]