this series began during my master’s studies, during the research semester before our final performance thesis. i was trying to research the transformative power of people dancing together. the research was coloured by the deep depression i was experiencing at the time, and essentially became a project of forcing myself to dance with people, as an attempt to draw myself out of my depression. in the end, i got a terrible grade (academia and therapy don’t often mix, hey?) but the habit of typing up a story about dancing seemed to stick and although this research project is formally over, there is a sustained study (or conscious hyper-presence) of moments where i am dancing with others. i have selected the three stories that i like the most to share with you.

this zine describes a dance class taken with an important teacher of mine, Maria Scaroni. the zine was written during the initial research project in the master’s programme. in the class we practiced the “small dance”, a practice by developed by Steve Paxton.

these pocket-poems are comprised of exactly 500 words (excluding the title) and are about various parts of my body. it was a format of poem-writing that brought great joy in my early twenties and is a writing practice i hope to return to. i have selected three zines to feature, but let me know if you’d like to check out any others.

one of the first in this series, this zine describes 500 words about the spine. i humour to think how differently i would write about the spine today.

this pocket-poem series began in 2017 when i moved to berlin. i became so overwhelmed and enamoured with the graffiti that i had to respond in some capacity. so i began to write down graffiti that felt legible to me and re-formulate the tags into non-sense-poetry (even though many of the haikus have private meanings or associations for me.) each individual piece of graffiti is separated by a forward slash and is not meant to indicate the poem’s rhythm, which should instead be interpreted by the reader.

today, when i move around a new city, i continue to scribble down graffiti that calls out to me. it is a game i very much enjoy playing. i have lists of graffiti from prague, amsterdam, cape town and rennes, currently pending and awaiting to compiled into a zine. although i can’t think of anyone particularly interested in this game, Coila loves this series so i’ll keep making them – even just for her.

i spent just one afternoon in venice, a place that i feel to be very strange indeed. in this zine, my fav haiku has got to be vzgh2.

feel free to scroll through the various zine projects below. click the photos to enlarge images and scroll through galleries, or click the ‘plus sign’ to find out more about each zine. 

this was an experiment in the destruction of a “real book”, an academic one, one that i would have liked to read but was in fact not legible to me. in this sacrilegious act, of sacrifice, of making sacred, i destroyed the content whilst making a new form. something also about space, architecture, language, erasure and appearance.

scanned in images of my body at 23 years old, being my version of sassy. a feminist statement or the only way i knew how to give my body to people at the time?