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Protected: Feminism(s) from perspectives: she, he, they

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Gdynia i zakamarki

Moje miasto w 2026 będzie miało 100 lat. Jest młode, jest szczególne, pełne zakamarków znanych i nieznanych. Jestem w odwiedzinach w domu urodzenia, na Skwerze Kościuszki. Głównie dla siebie samej i duńskich przyjaciół i nieznajomych – wybieram trzy specjalne miejsca w Gdyni, które są ważne i fascynujące, dla mojej własnejRead More…

Lesbos

  It all was experienced this spring. I write about my very personal perspective on Lesbos island first now, during waning summer – as other things needed to be experienced, too. Very different things, like also very different angles of nature-culture-crisis-beauty formed a rich “dance” of my month-long stay inRead More…

on pendulums, metamodernism, art and “opening” abandonded places

one…two…three…go!…back… A two-hour sleep before my early departure to Massa in Italy gave me a nightmare: being pushed&pulled by a man, bodily, not getting really hurt, but tossed around to state of subtle, but constant unrest, alertness (of danger) that is never to stop – all that is  called ‘violence’Read More…

Trash, my treasure

Min kære ven, jeg har samlet lidt vejledning til hvordan du sorterer i Københavns Kommunen. Det vil gøre mig og miljøet så saftigt glad hvis du starter på at sortere derhjemme/i din institution. Det hele sorterings infastruktur har længe været klar i din gård – just start co-playing with me!Read More…

interactive frames, labels and mirrors

I want to write, talk and create interactive experiments about love and sexuality. And I have also. For many years. And do you know what makes me now write, talk and experiment more? Finding my form of expression. The right frame to relax and unfold in. Do you recognize? NowRead More…

Protected: The virtual We-Land

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Day 9, 10: I’m leaving the Academy..

As relations between students, old and new staff unfold with new surprises every day, new poetic selves are being created, aesthetic homeness of the Academy corners soaked with songs that stir my body and emotions – I feel growing love for this universe, I feel touched. Late Wednesday night, I felt, weRead More…

Day 8: Sisters’ Day

I’m every woman. The (w)Hole.

Day 7: longing for crystal clear or smoke machine?

Transparency

- I am looking for something. - What is it? - I have no idea, I admitted, I imagine it’s like a door...