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November 2016

Tiny bit of Rehersal on my INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

 

16.08.2016

Dancing around the Sun. Each single moment turning, turning, turning around an incandescent Star

 

02.03.2016

And still...'Drifting She Scapes'

 

Feb. 2016

My working table at Alte Schule Hohenstein

14.02.2016

Decoding/dispelling the Ilussion - the curvature of space/time. Not time, but SPACE.

-understanding the GEOMETRY of this 4th dimensional fabric of space/time-

 

10.02.2016

Starving artist not the same as being unemployed or unsuccesful. The shine doesn't equal success.

PLAY & LISTEN & WATCH & TRY SEEING BEYOND XZY ******

 

09.02.2016

Artistic vision. Journalistic approach.

 

01.01.2016

Little song/dance on the Sofa.

 

2015

08.12.2015, Regio Emilia

Love is in the earth

 

08.11.2015, Berlin

Eye Spy.

 

27.10.2015

26.10.2014 Berlin

La Noyée (Drowned Woman) by Serge Gainsbourg

PLAY VIDEO

You drift away
On the river of memory
And running on the bank,
I cry for you to come back
But slowly you move away,
And in my reckless run,
Little by little, I catch up to you
A little bit of lost ground...

 

 

10.10.2015 Berlin

Remembering the summer. Picture taken in Estella on the Camino de Santiago <3 - when I fell in love with willow trees.

 

29.07.2015 - 25.08.2015

I walked El Camino de Santiago
On El Camino to visit St. James guided by a magical star. From 29.07 to 25.08 I walked 750 km from Roncesvalles to Santiago.

 

24.07.2015

 

And After, The Rain

from 'Duplex Ride' by Bugge Wesseltoft & Sidsel Endresen

 

each with their private wishes

mirrors stained in the blur

the presence of others sipping through the walls

 

his neck exposed

his earlobe pink

his pale brow by the moon

 

the same wind through curtains

the same sun

the same slicing up… of time?

 

the cracks in the pavement

between the stones

between the floorboards

the missing step

the missing hour

 

moving alone these edges with elegance

they never slept

houses in their shadows, their shadows

air-condition spaces

intersections

moving very quietly

through the landscape

 

being of no consequence

and sleeping

with one arm across her eyes

dreaming of rain

 

 

 

17.06.2015

(blooming in the sun,open to the beasts and when it gets cooler I close my flower again for the night)

- Photo and poem by my lovely friend Harmjan Roeles, musician (double bass) and painter.

 

30.05.2015

Interesting interview with Alan Rusbridger, ex Editor-in-Chief of The Guardian. Under his leadership The Guardian published the most fantastic journalistic stories: WikiLeaks, Hacking Scandal and Snowden. He has been "brilliant, brave, visionary".

 

March 21. 2015


Chet Baker Time after time, PLAY VIDEO

 

March 15. 2015

Grandes batallas (2009) Pablo Genovés

 

Madrid 08.03.2015

 

LOVERS ATTRACT EACH OTHER LIKE MAGNETS.


Madrid, 05.03.2015

 

- Detail from The Rape of Proserpina by Bernini.

 

 

 

 

 

Madrid, 21.02.2015

 

Question

by May Swenson

 

Body my house

my horse my hound                        

what will I do

when you are fallen


Where will I sleep

How will I ride

What will I hunt

 

Where can I go

without my mount

all eager and quick

How will I know

in thicket ahead

is danger or treasure

when Body my good

bright dog is dead


How will it be

to lie in the sky

without roof or door

and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift

 

 

Madrid, 09.11.2014


Truth unveiled by time (1646) by Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

 

Madrid, 12.10.2014

 

 

 

 

Madrid, 24.09.2014 7.45hrs

 

Absolute silence. The sound of two people waiting together.

 

 

 

Madrid, 12.09.2014

 

E         F         F         O         R         T  - - -   E         F         F         O         R         T

 

 

Madrid 15.08.2014


Freischwimmer Wolfgang Tillmans

 

Madrid, 28.07.2014

She. She comes in.

He. He comes right after her, turns the light on. His hands are cold. He rubs his hands together.

She. She stands at the door, looks at him. She would love to come closer. Would love to be held by him.

He. He asks her, 'would you like something to drink?'

She.'Yes', she answers.

Extract from Eine (vor)getantze Liebeserklärung. First version written in 2012 in Amsterdam.

 

 

 

 

Madrid, 08.06.2014


- dancing images through my fingers - body getting ready to leap - soon enough----

 

 

Madrid, 17.04.2014

García Márquez reading extracts from his books:

http://www.bibliotecanacional.gov.co/content/archivo-sonoro

 

 

Madrid 30.03.2014


zebra skin

 

zebras in a white/black striped gallop around my writing table

 

 

Madrid 21.01.2014

 

Madrid 08.12.2013, 22.53 hrs

Looking at myself from the distance, I can still see myself dancing.

I dance, therefore I am.

 

Bogotá 16.10.2013

 

Tom Hiddleston talks about COMPASSION PLAY VIDEO

"... within all of us there is the capacity to be anyone or anything..."

 

Bogotá 07.10.2013


"La Oruga, sacrifica al gusano, para darle nacimiento a la mariposa..."

 

Bogotá 02.07.2013

 

Stepping into the Light of Ilussion and Delussion

 

Bogotá, 26.06.2013


Dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming awake dreaming –

 

Bogotá, 20.06.2013

 

"Blessed Ludovica" 1674 by Gian Lorenzo Bernini

 

Bogotá 11.06. 2013

From Film Orlando by Sally Potter inspired in Virginia Wolf's Orlando: A Biography

- Are you hurt Madam?

- I am dead Sir.

PLAY VIDEO


Bogotá, 05.06.2013

The outward man is the swinging door; the inner man is the still hinge.
Master Eckhart (1260 - 1327), German Dominican preacher, theologian and mystic.

 

Bogotá, 02.06.2013

 

 

 

Soy la deleitable Paradoja.
El mundo todo es mi escenario.
Con mi fuego abro nuevas sendas;
Lo inalcanzable busco
E intento lo nunca intentado.

 


Berlin, 25.12.2012

 

Parallels

Extract from August Strindberg The Stronger


"Everything, everything came from you to me, even your passions!

Your soul crept into mine like a worm in an apple, ate and ate, dug and dug until only the skin was left with a little black meal!

I wanted to flee but I could not; you lay there like a snake with your black eyes and kept me spellbound..."

 

Film still from Fanny and Alexander (1983) by Ingmar Bergman

 


Film still from Fanny and Alexander (1983) by Ingmar Bergman

 

 

Berlin, 23.12.2012

 

"First the body. No. First the place. No. First both. Now either. Sick of the either try the other. Sick of it back sick of the either. So on. Somehow on. Till sick of both. Throw up and go. Where neither. Till sick of there. Throw up and back. The body again. Where none.Try again. Fail again. Better again. Or better worse. Full worse again. Still worse again. Till sick for good. Throw up for good. Go for good. Wherer neither for good. Good and all." (from Worstward Ho by Samuel Beckett)


Berlin 24.11.2012

 

Putumayo River, Puerto Asis Colombia

 

 


Amsterdam, 12th July, 2012

 

Beautiful book by Rop van Mierlo "WILDE DIEREN" (Wild Animals)

 

tiger

 

 

Amsterdam, 9th July, 2012

 

Life on Earth

 

 


Amsterdam, 2th July, 2012

 

This has become my favorite poem ever. I first read it last year in February-

 

The Knife
Keith Douglas

Can I explain this to you? Your eyes             isabel
are entrances the mouths of caves
I issue from wonderful interiors
upon a blessed sea and a fine day,
from inside these caves I look and dream.

Your hair explicable as a waterfall
in some black liquid cooled by legend
fell across my thought in a moment
became a garment I am naked without
lines drawn across through morning and evening.

And in your body each minute I died
moving your thigh could disinter me
from a grave in a distant city:
your breasts deserted by cloth, clothed in twilight
filled me with tears, sweet cups of flesh.

Yes, to touch two fingers made us worlds
stars, waters, promontories, chaos
swooning in elements without form or time
come down through long seas among sea marvels
embracing like survivors in our islands.

This I think happened to us together
though now no shadow of it flickers in your hands
your eyes look down on ordinary streets
If I talk to you I might be a bird
with a message, a dead man, a photograph.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 2011, Amsterdam

 

What does intimacy mean in this world of limitless individual exposure?


We are standing outside ourselves in a state of delirium, intoxicated by the amount of information we have at hand.

The delirium of communication has surpassed all limits of morals and ethics. Even the most shocking news can be watched “live” like the hunting and killing of Osama Bin Laden or the natural catastrophe of this year’s earthquake and tsunami in Japan.

In these fluid times of virtual realities, the body seems to disappear becoming virtual subject and object.

We often seek solace and celebration through a kind of Mass Euphoria.  We meld with a larger body through our shared reaction to music, dance, atmosphere and the news.

What is the language of the body in this context? What are the codes of motion and emotion in this context?

How can we connect in a crowded world? How to follow your heart in a world of thousand possibilities?

 

intimacy

 

 

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Uitoto Cosmology

1

In the beginning, the word gave origin to the Father. A phantasm, nothing else existed in the beginning; the Father touched an illusion, he grasped something mysterious. Nothing existed. Through the agency of a dream our Father Naimuena [he who is or has a phantasm] kept the mirage to his body, and he pondered long and thought deeply.

2

Nothing existed, not even a stick to support the vision: our Father attached the illusion to the thread of a dream and kept it by the aid of his breath. He sounded to reach the bottom of the appearance, but there was nothing. Nothing existed indeed.

3

Then the Father again investigated the bottom of the mystery. He tied the empty illusion to the dream thread and pressed the magical substance upon it. Thus by the aid of his dream he held it like a wisp of raw cotton.

4

Then he seized the mirage bottom and stamped upon it repeatedly, sitting down at last on his dreamed earth.

5

The earth-phantasm was now his, and he spat out saliva repeatedly so that the forests might grow. Then he lay down upon his earth and covered it with the roof of heaven. As he was the owner of the earth he placed above it the blue and the white sky.

6

Thereupon, Rafuema, "the man who has the narratives," sitting at the base of the heavens, pondered, and he created this story so that we might listen to it here upon earth.


[From Literature of the American Indian : Abridged Edition, ed. Thomas E. Sanders and Walter W. Peek, Glencoe Press, 1976, p. 28; no further source given]

 

DRIFTING SHE SCAPES from Isabel Cuesta Camacho on Vimeo.

Sofa from Isabel Cuesta Camacho on Vimeo.