On Friday 3rd October 2025, in the Aula of the Erasmus University Rotterdam, starting at 16:00 CET, I'll deliver my inaugural lecture as...

At a recent workshop in Vienna, Ralf Jaroschinski proposed to reflect and approach contact improvisation from the point of view of...

I walk. People around. A lot. But are they there? Social roles, of course, keep us apart. Everybody is playing their part. You must...

I’m writing these notes on my way back from the 2024 Contact Improvisation Festival in Freiburg. It has been an incredible opportunity...

How do we establish authentic connections? How do we get in touch with one another in such a way that we are both honoured in what we...

What does it mean to be intimate? As most words, ‘intimacy’ brings with it a certain metaphorical gesture, even a bodily scheme. The word...

Turning 38 in a bit more than a month from now, I’m discovering that there is a truth in distinguishing different phases in life. This is...

In the hot dusty noise of the summer I came to the old ruined shrine, heavy With questions, mine and of my dear ones. We are beings of...

It is common to hear appeals to ‘embodiment’ or complaints about being too much in your ‘thoughts’ (sometimes in your ‘head’ or ‘brain’,...

I’ve been pondering for quite some time one of Caravaggio’s paintings, the Boy bitten by a lizard. It came to me in a flash of intuition...

The bell tower points like a finger To the empty sky. Where are all the stars? I have been many things and none Has lasted. Does...

Over the past four months I’ve been discovering and experimenting with Contact Improvisation (CI). I’m primarily interested not so much...

I’m a tune in A minor, Dark blue, foggy, without words, But a vibrant tone that leaves No doubts: let me cry, let me Say that I’m weak...

I’ve heard from a student that it would be interesting to discuss how Buddhist teachings can shed light on romantic love. This is a...

It rains, and rains, and rains— The earth is a drum of a thousands Rhythms, yet so dry it remains— Words like trembling droplets that...

I became interested in contemplative practices six years ago. For some reason, it didn’t remain a side hobby, but quickly became the...

Did you hear? The future is sold out. I wanted to give you my smartest words. But it will take ages for them to Paint even a rough...

Keep the Truth, I want to fall. Don't wake me up. You're my dream. I don't care for the wise, they understand not. Gravity is my guide,...

Sleepwalkers all around, deep into their dreams. I slipped in the empty room, Searching for the dawn of movement. You were there. Were...

Did you hear the song of the ground? A soft tune beating here beneath Your feet. Listen! As it whispers: "You can trust me. Yield, roll,...