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They say that when you love someone long enough they become part of you.
Anyone you relate to through love and intimacy shares your consciousness.
We are inside one another.
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The meaning of identity in Latin is ‘sameness’.
Beyond class, ethnicity, culture, sexuality, gender, etc
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Our identity is birthed from the fabrics of a momentary adventure. Mortality unites us in our experience of humanity.It brings us together and seperates us at the same time.
At some point, every single one of us will change address and become migrants in this mysterious and beautiful universe.
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The reality of death over us is fundamental to our existence. It dissolves the separation between us and brings unity and love to
the surface of our awareness.
This is the beauty of death.
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And this is what Ania taught me, witnessing her death, I witnessed the workings of a multidimensional mind, working within the threshold of time and space limitations. The power to see creative possibilities that require acceptance, curiosity and trust while letting everything you know and love go.
To Surrender.
Ania was an artist and I wonder how much her practice of abstract expressionism was an inner map that she consulted while crossing time and space limitations. I witnessed Ania’s magnetism of her soul being led….to the next shape, the next colour, the next movement and the next stage- curious about the unknown, trusting. I saw her do it in her painting process and I witnessed the same focus in Ania's final days.
‘Through the magnetism of the soul, one is drawn to the next stage of a personal dream that is universal at the source.’
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What is there to learn from death?
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Does looking at life through the lens of death change the way we see and do life?
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Is there a possibility that death can be an ecstatic catalyst in the exploration of life?
Can death be liberating?
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There is a duality in the confrontation with death, for me.​
​What if a performance event is like
preparing for a kind of death? What if dying is like preparing for a performance event?
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How best to represent the complexity of traumatic subject matter in a world that is so dominant in an image making world? Is it possible to change our traumatic events through the process of embodied investigation and image-making?
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Death in Art and Art in Death
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