united sorry

I am rehearsing with maria in pa-f, the residency, initiated by Jan Ritsema in the north of france. we rehearsed a lot, but outside the rehearsals i was listening to the St. Matthew Passion of Sebastian Bach. Easter is coming, the winter dies, spring is in the air.
It means that we can have a breakfast in the sun, and late in the afternoon a storm arises with heavy rainfalls.

I did my own passage through winter into the hope of spring. I said goodbye, or let’s say reflected the things i lost, or i want to lose and i welcomed the things i want to flourish. Having a nomadic life, being a lot alone in a room at night, helps a lot to clear to analyze thoughts and feelings, false belief-systems.

once i want to dance  the St. Matthew Passion in a public space, but i think i must practice more, so let’s wait ten years…

my traveldeer, a cup of coffee, and a cup of tea accompany me in the middle of the night, to rethink winter, and dance my own version of the rite of spring on the passion of christ.How intimate can one become with his own phantasies.