HUNDRED SECONDS LONGER AND ITS OVER. LOOKING FOR REAL? FOR REAL. Cállate, que menudo polvo echaron tus padres para tenerte. THERE IS NO LOVE, BUT I CALL THEM LOVERS. CARETAKER. HEART-SHAPED PIGGY BANK
“A hundred seconds longer and it's over[...] is the title of a performance where the evolving process of understanding and experiencing intimacy is dissected through a visual autofiction.
Through three acts, a changing manipulation of water—from contained reflection to a force defiant of control, and later, a puddle of introspection—speaks to the ever-changing nature of shame. Within a choreography of endurance, friction, and the communal, social, and intimate gestures are abstracted, becoming actors for the destabilisation of normative structures. I assume the stranger as a subject who can be trusted.
“A hundred seconds longer and it's over[...] is the title of a performance where the evolving process of understanding and experiencing intimacy is dissected through a visual autofiction.
Through three acts, a changing manipulation of water—from contained reflection to a force defiant of control, and later, a puddle of introspection—speaks to the ever-changing nature of shame. Within a choreography of endurance, friction, and the communal, social, and intimate gestures are abstracted, becoming actors for the destabilisation of normative structures. I assume the stranger as a subject who can be trusted.




Pics by Tom Janssen








Call me, Catharsis Exhibition DeSchool, Amsterdam June 2021
Pics by Kyle Tryhorn



Ornamenta Gala
Pforzheim , Germany. September 2022
Pics by Karolina Sobel and Marta Bogdanska