(with myself, because no one else asks) Question: Do you see yourself as a writer who dances or a dancer who writes? Answer: Yes. Question: That's not an answer. Answer: Yes, it is. Both. But above all: creative and reluctant to be pigeonholed. Question: You've written a novel. Answer: That's right. dancing falling flying. Question: Sounds like instructions for failed pirouettes. Answer: You could see it that way. But it's a declaration of love for life.

‘Rest, restes, have a rest’ Over the last few days, I have been thinking about what topic to cover in the new newsletter. What has excited me, what has inspired me, what is worth pondering? What could inspire my readers, how could I take them on a journey into my world? Until now, topics have usually arisen spontaneously, simply jumping out at me, besieging me, occupying me so much that it was easy for me to make a selection, formulate my thoughts and insights as well as my e

´Movement is not yet dance' The interdependence of dance and music is well known. It is also true that dance can and should stand on its own. Nevertheless, I repeatedly observe how dance subordinates itself to music. For while music always seems to be an independent entity, dance takes on an almost submissive position. Today, thanks to the algorithm (which is, of course, very dance-heavy), I was shown another solo improvisation by a dancer on Instagram. To a well-known jazz s

‘Ambivalence’ At the age of fifteen, I discovered dancing for myself. ‘Free dancing’. Detached from athleticism, ambition and the drive for perfection. A physical fulfilment and a very unique form of expression began to manifest itself. A kind of elixir of life. At the latest after I successfully organised the first movement workshop in my hometown at the age of eighteen (while still in my final year of secondary school) – an intensive weekend workshop with six different danc

‘Transience’ At the moment, I, or rather we, have settled in very well in our new home. We feel comfortable and are slowly getting to know where to find our things. Certain routines are establishing themselves, such as when to have breakfast, where we like to sit when reading or watching a film, where to retreat for a little nap or simply to get out into nature. I still lack the space to get creative. And the leisure time. But everything is in the starting blocks. The studio

‘The thing about entropy’ Sometimes life hits you with a hammer and leaves a hole that you can neither understand nor comprehend in any way. A vacuum is created in which time and space cannot be defined, in which everything mundane is pushed into the background. It's as if you're sitting in a fast train, the landscape rushing past you, only vaguely perceiving what exists out there and existing only in your own stream of consciousness. Although stream is probably the wrong ter

‘Regaining innocence’ During my walk along the banks of the Lech river this Sunday morning, I encountered numerous joggers. They can be divided into three categories: There are the experienced runners who do this not just once a week, but who run their laps in all weathers and at all times of the year. Their posture, their almost casual trot and their good but relaxed pace are evidence of countless repetitions and an almost meditative rhythm. Then there are the joggers who ru

“Focus—the magic word” I shake my head, rub my eyes, squeeze my earlobes, open my eyes wide, take three deep breaths in and out, fix my...

“Like/Dislike” Today, I caught myself once again simply pressing the “Like” button on some posts while surfing social media (mostly...

Roots “Are you writing your new novel? When will you publish your short videos again? Do you write every day? You have to keep...