#1
I want to work what I like to do. I'm sitting in my father's car, I'm 17 and I tell him, I would like to be an artist. He is not answering and gives signs of disapproval and doubts.

#2
Sometimes I can stop being good for others. Is it hindering the communication, the accessibility of my skills or knowledge, if I don't do things as they should be?

#3
I'm able to allow space for others to share my power of taking space. I've been able to work together with another artist for 3-4 years.
I'm able to work for/with institutions.
I'm able to support people to relate to what they are actually able to.
I´m able to imagine that a public space statue can be massaged, transformed, the tensions of the strong stories inscribed into the stone or bronze are loosening up in consequence to my attention.

#4
I'm thankful to be able to be moved. I was researching publications online approximately 4 years ago about erotics and met Audre Lorde.
I`m not sure if its appropriative, to refer to her while being white.
I hope the wisdom of her position allows me to resonate with her voice.

#5
Whatever I do, is needed. Like the weed in a garden, that I don't know and wanted to cut this weekend when I did the gardening, although they are offering loads of information about the place, 'my garden'. They are beautiful, maybe itchy, maybe 'invasive', maybe toxic. They are there. My collective members are also there, around me, collecting leaves and allowing me to cut the weed. Even suggesting to pull them out from the roots. Additionally I meticulously translocate the seeds of the weed, 50 meters away from 'our garden'.

#6
It was on the 7th day of a 10 day silent retreat, when I could allow myself not to listen to the voices that kept me torturing, expecting to be good for anything I am not. Among my mates in the practice, in the countryside seminar house of a rich man, who became vegan.