Something is there. I can feel it. I am kneeling down, I am bending over, touching something with my shoulder. It is crunchy. It is feeling good — strange. What is it?
Does it matter? The strange matter around me. It is not human skin. It is quite soft but still hard, it smells of dust and speaks the crackle language that I don’t understand. I am not alone.
The strange matter around me? Or inside me? Am I strange? I am connecting with the stranger, truly, as in a dream. It plays with me. It doesn't push me away. It is whispering words of love in unknown languages into my ear, touching me and wrapping itself around my body. It is changing its shape and drawing mysterious figures for me, emerging and disappearing again.
What was that? A dialogue — with my self?
Selected actions and productions:
- Masquerade (self-directed)
- Wand|Lung (director: Anne-Kathrin Klatt)
- Ouroboros (director: Aleš Vancl)
- Beyond the Pleasure Principle (self-directed)