Category: ‘Life Paradigms’ Blog
Hiva Oa: middle of Pacific Ocean
this is my FORWARD MEMORY
(thank you, Christian, for coining that word)
Five remote islands I have never visited and will visit …tomorrow
(thank you, Rolf, for the book)
I will fill this post’s space with MEMORIES with time.
If higher forces in the air allowance me. 4 flights one way, 5 flights return.
Merry Christmas
The End of England: Isles of Scilly
Islands.
Islanders.
Surrounded by water 
All around, the four sides of the sea melt and form a deep 360° boundary, encapsulation.
It’s Indian Summer’25 and I am on Tresco Island. I am preparing to visually write about ISLES OF SCILLY.
TIDES
LABIRYNTS
SCANDINAVIA ❤💙❤BRITAIN
Welcome to my ISLANDS blog that will be growing with time.
I went to visit Abbey Gardens on Tresco Island with a boat. I was surprised by the feeling, the atmosphere and what it did to me. I haven’t felt so happy in a place since I visited Vancouver Island 20 years ago!
I met a local man here, too, Julian*, who is a biologist, working with archeologists and volunteers on the Isles. His history is very uniqie as he moved from Orkney Islands to Scilly some years ago
Nothing is more precious than personal stories told over a beer.
The next day I visited St. Agnes Island where a 300 years’ old labirynth exists and has lots to do with Vikings. Julian has sent me there.
I walked around the island quite blindly without a map or phone and there was no guarantees I find the LABIRYNTH.
But I did!
Isles of Scilly won my heart and as much as I almost never come back to the same travelling destination, I will come back to Tresco and Agnes.
*Julian Branscombe, thank you!
artificial Islands of Denmark: Ungdomsøen and Flakfortet
Islands.
Islanders.
Surrounded by water
All around, the four sides of the sea melt and form a deep 360° boundary, encapsulation.
Welcome to my ISLANDS blog that will be growing with time.
Here is my first, when I officially started the project “I am drawned to islands” on summer’24 when sailing and staying on Danish Ungdomsøen outside Copenhagen.
Islands make one or me only feel both safe and stuck without supplies if one (me only?) has not brought enough of…
FOOD !
{ or wait, give it a thought, what was it that one would bring to a semi-deserted island?
if one thing only can be brought? }
Cause ships coming and going from island are graceful and bring resources.
Bjork has written an anchor song 
– piosenka kotwica (pl.)
which sounds like that
We just spent a weekend on Danish Ungdomsøen (Youths’ Island) on the occassion of Peace Camp.
Our ship was gracious too, a Cornish crabber from 1971 with Gavin as captain.
video
the peace manifestation in the harbour was artistically initiated by Pipaluk (video by Magnus).
Ungdomsøen ( previously called Middelgrundsfort ) is the biggest of three islands seen from the north end of Copenhagen Channel – artificially built for protecting the land from seaside war attacks. (photo and article from ‘Båd’ magasin’18)
The second of the 3 – Flakfortet – I had sailed 
to many years ago on my own boat. Without knowing any of its history. We only talked to its islanders. People living on and running the island that once was military’s, then abandonded, then went into private hands and opened for sailors visiting. Then temporarily closed because of visitors bringing potential damage to its historical heritage.
Interesting people…
Trekroner, the third island, we would sail to and practice harbour maneuvers for Dueligheds Bevis exam.
Yes.
And all those words above to give a sensation of peculiarities of Island as space and beautiful, strange culture.
And because I feel there’s a vibe in Islands. And in places once upon a time abandoned by military.
Which shift then into another shape.
Two Waters’ kissing point
I am in Hel…
Poland.
I am drawn to Islands.
I write to share today about kissing points of Waters and my new favourite Polish spot.
Look.
A kissing point. Polish Land’s End.
I am drawn to Islands. Hel is a half-island or more a 36 km long amazing sand penisula, a nature phenomenon.
My brother told me that in communist era there was absolutely no access to the tip of Hel.
Military was there. You see it and feel it as you walk through the forest leading to the very end of land. Last summer I wrote about our experience on Danish former-military Island by Copenhagen, Ungdomsoen, that one is though man-made.
Hel is water-made.
My yesterday’s fascination by Hel Penisula was also extra stimulated by an article from 2009 I’ve found in webarchive.
It mentions both nowadays’ Hel and Stary Hel (Alte Hela) – a city further down the penisula that had apparently existed centuries ago and then sunk.
One of underwater hidden lost cities with ruins found under sand and mud?
I am fascinated by the (un)FINISHED WORKS by WATER.
To be continued.
Finding my Child as Life’s Testament?
What would your Child be if you didn’t have human kid(s)? I was high up in the air on the plane to Helsinki when I first initiated this post. It is in the aftermath of our collective workshop-ritual that I connect new knowledge with visual memoirs.
At the Helsinki’s University of Arts 23-26 February 2025 for the NSU winter symposium, I invited participants to together embody this ENQUIRY
What is your alternative Child?
《Results and dynamic memories, thank you all !》
aftermath images of 《Alternative Child》
the Island
Islands.
Islanders.
Surrounded by water
All around, the four sides of the sea melt and form a deep 360° boundary, encapsulation.
Welcome to my ISLANDS blog that will be growing with time. Below four clickable doors to four different past island experiences, including one forward memory: something that has not happened yet, but will happen
…tomorrow.
I am on the way to Marquesas Islands in French Polynesia.
Below is my first story, when I officially started being “drawned to islands” on the summer’24 when sailing and staying on Danish Ungdomsøen outside Copenhagen.
Islands make one or me only feel both safe and stuck without supplies if one (me only?) has not brought enough of…
FOOD !
{ or wait, give it a thought, what was it that one would bring to a semi-deserted island?
if one thing only can be brought? }
Cause ships coming and going from island are graceful and bring resources.
We just spent a weekend on Danish Ungdomsøen (Youths’ Island) on the occassion of Peace Camp.
Our ship was gracious too, a Cornish crabber from 1971 with Gavin as captain.
video
the peace manifestation in the harbour was artistically initiated by Pipaluk (video by Magnus).
Ungdomsøen ( previously called Middelgrundsfort ) is the biggest of three islands seen from the north end of Copenhagen Channel – artificially built for protecting the land from seaside war attacks. (photo and article from ‘Båd’ magasin’18)
The second of the 3 – Flakfortet – I had sailed to many years ago on my own boat. Without knowing any of its history. We only talked to its islanders. People living on and running the island that once was military’s, then abandonded, then went into private hands and opened for sailors visiting. Then temporarily closed because of visitors bringing potential damage to its historical heritage.
Interesting people…
Trekroner, the third island, we would sail to and practice harbour maneuvers for Dueligheds Bevis exam.
Yes.
And all those words above to give a sensation of peculiarities of Island as space and beautiful, strange culture.
And because I feel there’s a vibe in Islands. And in places once upon a time abandoned by military.
Which shift then into another shape.
Sunday shadows, myths rewritten
Today is Sunday. Aloneness turns out to be pregnant with past-gathered stories, myths and images that ask me to bring them anew to the surface of today.
Semi-warm mischevious sun and Spring lurking shyly from behind tree barks. These trees are not blossoming yet. Here She comes again, yet again for the first time.
“Everything happens for the first time. Just in a way that is eternal.” (Borges)
Eternity of Change.
“Never yet have I found the woman from whom I wanted children, excerpt for this woman whom I love: for I love you, O Eternity!” (Zarathustra)
Eros and Thanatos – are one and same thing, said Deleuze* about Freud’s two opposites.
Maybe therefore none of the opposites can win? The Two don’t even take the resolving fight. They need each other untill a conflict as a process becomes complete. As much time as it takes. Like towards a child. Or towards love. (Inner) conflict is painful… and conscious. And one day, suddenly, it’s some subconscious force – the Anima – or some other train of unexpected outside events, who brings a resolution to the conflict of “opposites”. There is a fairytale that pictures it: the conflict between two opponents (the Faithful and the Unfaithful) gets surprisingly resoved by a third character, Anima (the Princess)**.
Fairytales and poetry have special language that makes it possible to understand. Gain a deeper insight. Bear in mind: it’s also the language of “the Weird”. The weird and anima are often neglected. The Other.
(Inner) conflict is painful often. When one believes (s)he has to choose between shadow and light.
14 years ago I received a special (back then) book from a friend: ‘Owning your own shadow’ by Robert N. . Since then I’ve gotten to like and understand almonds much more. Mandorla.
When I was little I wanted to be good. But I couldn’t somehow 😉 I was convnced I wanted to marry Jesus, because he was good.
For years it felt there was some missing element in religion. Now in adult life I know what it is. Attraction. Mutual attraction between human and God. Maria Magdalena maybe? Or at least some kind of Anima of Jesus.***
* on Eros and Thanatos being one. Pleasure (life drive) contains in itself death drive – that appears as a “curved line” to libido. Libido is in turn sustained through repetition.
(Quote by Deleuze, taken from S. Zizek’s book “Living in the end times”)
** from a chapter ‘the Anima and the Heroes’ by Marie Louise von Franz
*** my own little Sunday blasphemy
**** original photo by Josh Blake
Intimacy of Death
I have an honor of presenting a visual Death Testimony, created by a wonderful woman called Rose.
Rose wrote…
I would like to share a little testimony about the intimacy of Death.
As my mother passed away the family chose to keep her in her home for three days never leaving her alone.
I spend the nights alone at her side and watched the rapid changes of her face and body trying to capture her transition with my pens and brushes.
I realized that Death is all but silent, but in the lack of words describing the phenomenon other systems of non-verbal expression takes over, languages of prayers, dreams and poetry, art and music.
In my testimony I share the intimate process of grief that could only be expressed in poetic ways recovering the world after the loss of a huge impact in life.
I share with you the sketches and drawings I made of my mother after she passed away, but also the recovery of her lost places as I one day suddenly discovered her portrait on the surface of the moon ~
soul synchronizes what cannot be spoken, I hope you will receive the soulful message
Sisters Hope’s Symbolic Testament
“ I want to thank everyone who came to my funeral (…)“
stop for a moment, press play, take three breaths and look around.
Come back. continue being a witness…
Her office was already dark when I stepped inside.
Dimmed lights, I mean, suede turquiose pillows, soft carpet that makes one wanna live and love.
She then lied down on this black carpet.
With my hands, I prepared her body … for transition.
I lit the candle.
Her candle and Her golden nail behind her head crown.
I covered her all, her face last.
I let her be where I was not, her Time was ticking different than mine.
After Time, I uncovered her slowly
… so she could, so alive, take a distance to herself.
She was standing there, looking at Her from that Time some whiles ago when she was lying fully covered, her candle burning.
Then she spoke.
I want to thank everyone who came to my funeral (…)
I listened, I witnessed.
Then when She finished the speech …
… I took three breaths and started to write what I had heard.
Sister’s symbolic Testament was donated to Sisters Hope Home Archive on 23 November 2021 by Iwona Rejmus
as part of her art project
Life ~ Death ~ Testament
Now.
wherever you are, stop and press play, close your eyes and then close this page
…when you feel it’s time
Interview ¤3
On the 13th of November it was, 2019, that I came to Erhard’s home for an interview.
People around me are my personal celebrities. It’s an honour to be let in. It’s a sublime passion to leave a trace. It’s always an exchange.
I am the one that interviews, but I am being asked questions, too.
long for that kind of love
When I ask people that question, what I really dig is this mental act of feeling and imagining to the core of one’s deepest dream around love, translated into words and/or images. It can be a very vulnerable dream. It can be a love scenario one has experienced or has never experienced. Or a scenario one is never going to experience. I think it’s a very important exercise.
His love longing is portrayed by love that already manifested. In the past…
You never stop kissing. Small kisses.
Unity in singularity without many words
(…)
Keep all academics out of love life. All reflections out of love life
my (unexpected) question for him
The very moment I entered his door, I was drawn to the interiors. So I gave him a spontaneous task. He accepted.
I like spaces. I like objects. How gorgeous to be exploring corners through someone else’s eyes!
what is sexy to you…
Then he found this…
… an object that was not only already filled with history and symbolic value, but also unexpectedly carried the answer to one of the core questions in the interview. Yes, rumpy bees and pumpy blooms… is what make Him tick.
his (unexpected) mission for me
I continued walking around His apartment’s corners. Slowly. My buzzing attraction towards aesthetics of objects with yet no name led me somewhere. I stopped. And He filmed…
This animal opened a new dimension to my understanding of a proverb that I’ve used quite often… when spotting life events and dynamics between people.
The animal apparently served as meaningful free association to a film/story/philosophy. That’s part of the contract I made with myself throughout all the 7 interviews I have and yet will do: I will link to a bigger intertextual whole… and extend a symbolic meaning.
rzucać perły przed wieprze { pl }
(cast pearls before swine { eng }
his picture of an old friend, my roots re-found
Our wandering through His apartment led us in the end to His ‘memoirs’ box.
And the last picture…
He got excited to show it to me and for me it was like a time machine ! When you associate something , actually its very beginning, with a particular person… Yes, I could put Momo in my personal museum: My Journey with Performance Art
Momo. Genesis. The Roots.
The story goes…
In 2005, there was a huge building destined to be turned down, the end of Island Brygge: A-Huset.
Here I took part in my first interactive performance ever. ‘In my face’ the name was. Here I met a significant handful of amazing people and inspiring artist. That’s how it started for me. 15 years ago. With many of the same people I have been journeying in parallel universes first with SIGNA, then our own art performance collective Club de la Faye. Together writing a movement manifesto, together shaping this new form of performance art.
Think, if I had not met Momo that autumn wednesday evening in Statens Museum for Kunst, if he had not invited me to take part in ‘In my face’ performance, who and where would I be right now in the world? I wonder sometimes…
This interview series revolves around two core questions: ‘what is sexy?’ and ‘deepest love dream’, as in unique life scripts of a human being,
7 interviews. 7 encounters. Experience them here.
