15/02/2026
Another story i experienced at
Nocing funny this time but a poem i wrote about making garments, self reflection and how we find ideas to navigate as best as we can through our gaps and how our shortcomings give birth to new versions of ourselves.
I was reciting the poem while getting dressed on stage wearing a costume i hand sewed in Amterdam while traveling. I made it using linen curtains, burlap bags,and customised clothes. I found everyghing at a second hand shop in hollande similar at emmaüs.
And finally, the last two photos. I tried a funny performance in a park and in a church for Christmas, a metaphor for fortune-telling using artifacts instead of cards. I wrote texts about small objects I had with me, which I hid in newspaper to make them look like presents. Passersby had to pick one by fate, and I delivered the message to them, wearing the costume i made.
And that' s the text i recieted at Mezrab:
Blurred Mirror
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see myself blurred.
I imagine how awkward that blur might be for others.
So, to invent some contours, I borrowed lines from clothing.
They became my features, my borders, my demarcations,
my furrows, filling the void left by my reflection.
And suddenly, a strange sensation arose:
by wearing clothes, I was shaping a thought
By changing clothes, I was changing that thought
Little by little, I stepped into an antichamber
That eased the passage between worlds..
And even if I were clearer than I claimed to be,
I chose to convince myself otherwise,
preferring to hide behind the blur to stifle the pain of having a body sometimes.
I buried my sacred fire deep within me,
where aborted passions lie,
where loves are swallowed.
I must admit, it was quite peaceful.
I knew that once erased with a rubber,
nothing could gnaw at me from the inside.
And while gazes slide over me
instead of resting on me,
I have all the leisure to shape myself,
to sculpt myself,
to forge a silhouette
for lack of having a face.
And sometimes, for a moment,
this sensation leaves me,
and the blur becomes my exuvia.