the water
I love all the elements but if I had to choose one it was water. Water soothes me, it takes away my weight, it gives me space, the ability to float on it: being carried, the ability to dive into it: feeling included. Water can take on any form, it is extremely flexible but not weak. The force of water has formed valleys. Water has memory: it remembers everything. Our bodies are made of seventy percent water and
Water has always called me. I live currently ten minutes from the Red Sea. I was actually born in water: a little body of water in Switzerland, November 27th 1996. I am human with all that comes with it: the beauty and the pain. As long as I can remember, I have always felt the urge to art. Drawing, painting, learning to write sparked a huge passion: I remember the spark of inspiration upon grasping on the endless possibilities to create stories.
the body
I am so glad to be here in my body now. After years of absence, after years of perceiving my body through the lens of internalized patriarchy, internalized capitalism and consumerism. There was a time where I hated my body, where I found myself talking to myself as if I was my worst enemy. Hatred, shame and guilt lived within me and I didn’t even know why. Coming home to myself is a continuous choice, and it has become my favorite place to be. I lived quite a nomadic lifestyle in the past couple years and the most beautiful thing about it is learning that home is a place within me: I spent a lot of time to create a safe and beautiful space inside. A space to come back to, to witness and rest and renew, a space that cannot be taken from me. Beyond my personal experience with the bodymind I studied Ashtanga and Vinyasa Yoga and am currently in training to become a somatic educator for women.
the poetry
I started to write poems as I started to free myself from deeply rotten rooted beliefs: Poetry was a channel for me to bring my inside out, my truest true. As I found the courage to share my written art I was deeply moved by how my words touched places in other people: how they could see themselves in something that was so intimate, so close to my heart. It’s when I began to get a glimpse on how the collective consciousness actually is a thing. On how art can connect us and our experiences. On how it makes life less lonely, less painful, on how it’s soothing and inspiring and brilliant – when it’s true.
Poetry has become a way of living for me, it is an inquiry of beauty at all times, it is an observation of the intimacy with life – brought into the written word, that connects so many of us: that is painting new worlds and destroying old paradigms.
I love to give my words more depth by adding my voice to it: watch me perform live on stage:
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The yelling King is a collection of my work over the past three years – selected poems, words to soothe the soul while on the path of self liberation and healing from the wounds of growing up in a female body within a mysogynistic environment.
