Cue struggle/recovery phase in which I am frequently brain accosted with the image of being penetrated by a greedy indiscriminate budging phallus slicked with primordial snot and covered in an oppressively thick layer of tiny diseased insects frantically climbing over one another. I am haunted by images like this; Not only was I incapable of… Continue reading Slimed
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Still contemplating whether I’m going to act in Minor. I think, maybe, I might be done with that type of acting, and sometimes I wonder if maybe it would be just the right shade of amazing to at least go through the process of auditioning some younger girls for it. I guess the plan is… Continue reading Untitled
For the love of
What happens when an overworked artist gives herself food poisoning a few days before the gig that she’d planned to rehearse primarily in the days leading up to the event? Well, it means that you do all the rehearsal you’d planned in the afternoon before the evening gig – and this is what it looks… Continue reading For the love of
Winning Streak
Until today, it had been 27 days since I had seen a streak on my toilet paper. Today, that incredible record, was broken. It was broken, after a month or so of eating mostly salads, roasted veggies, meat, and fruit – by eating at a Mexican restaurant (Matador in W Sea). As it stands, they… Continue reading Winning Streak
SEAF 2013
Disclaimer: After a long week on my feet, I am a bit fried mentally, more than a bit exhausted physically, and yet still rather awake and energetic. My creativity is in the shitter, though, so if you’re hoping for poetry unfortunately I doubt you’ll find much this time. You will, however, find a blog entry… Continue reading SEAF 2013
Nail documentation
Figured it was about time to document my awesome nails, which are soon to be dispensed of in the name of my vocation. Back in child and young adulthood, my nails were so thin and fragile that I could only get them about half this long before they tore off. Even the length I did… Continue reading Nail documentation
Meeting Stockholm
In the airport feeling sad and disconnected, so I bought myself a new friend. One of the stewardesses on my flight asked me if I’d named her yet, and when I said I hadn’t, she declared that her name is Nalle, which is Swedish for “teddy”. For some reason I was really touched by that.… Continue reading Meeting Stockholm
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“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.” — Bell Hooks
Rise
When I was contemplating what I might call the most recent incarnation of my signature aerial act, (“Zita Begins” doesn’t really fit, now that I simply perform as myself without a persona) I thought about what the act represents for me at its core more than anything. These are the things I realized (and a… Continue reading Rise
Stampede
I’ve been thinking lately about my decision to, though currently saving for a house, and recently leaving one of my part time jobs, simultaneously agree to increase my office rent by about 75% for the next year in order to add a second room for an art studio. In some ways, and surely on the… Continue reading Stampede