Textual Breath and Bodies of Water

In my practice, Poetics of Breathing and various influential texts form a vital part. I regularly engage in solo listening and reading sessions, reading these works aloud to sense how the texts themselves breathe.

For example, I carry Akerman’s text everywhere, My Mother Laughs and due to Ryanair restrictions, I even left it in a Venice convent, where it awaited my return, next to a book about Pope Benedict XVI. I often perform these readings in the spaces of my performances and film practice, and I write about these experiences and they take shape in the scripts of my embodied workshops and inform my experimental research.

One memorable moment was reading Poetics of Breathing aloud by Lake Ohrid in North Macedonia, where two dogs joined me, quietly sitting as my words hung suspended in the air. Being near water is especially important—it echoes my filmic bodies - where water is present. These solitary yet profoundly connective moments are integral to my practice, bridging personal reflection with collective engagement.