I actually thought this would not happen and when it did I thought it would be more violent and the cops would be rude
But actually they were English politeness and said sorry and are you okay darling and so on. They also commented lot about how nice it all was.. I was in such a panic and forgot all I had to do in such circumstance but it seem to be okay
After packing my things and moving stuff around I started washing the dishes. Some people came not in uniform and some looked in my eyes in apologizing way while other look down like they were a shame
I mean someone washing dishes in their home while begin evicted is a statement.
then we moved all the stuff and it was weird this lovly space full of yellow suited men with walkie talkies and on the roof also, but Anastasia instructed us and we move important stuff and i saved the blue octopus
Actually I embraced it. Of course im only here as a guest but still I think a shift, a change, a movement is always to be embraced.
Im excited to see what adventures it will bring to Anastasia and Lee Fükke but of course I think the biggest lost is for community missing Anatums Abode as a place of creative exchange.
Me and Lee Clayden another residency artist were rescued my Amanda Mandala our next street neighbor who nurtures us and took us in.
And me and Amanda had amazing goddesses day and went on adventures together. we went to woman store and pampered our selfs and then we went to the oldest occult store in history 97 year old store and what are the odds they had a book launch party of icelandic magic book and we had cheese and whine and bought oracle cards. what a weird coincident and they loved it also that a icelandic girl was there. and we had nice talk with super english old wizards and witches
Today we are having a meeting and planning next moves. It was weird to walk passed Anatums today and seeing it all barricaded.
I want to say special thanks Anastasia and Lee for inviting me to stay in Anatums.
Its been interesting diverse experience on many levels.
I made lot of work and more jet to come in form of radio. We shared amazing talks and hugs and communication and I feel we are friends for days to come.
I wish them all the best on there next moves in the world.
set out : 4 minute track | heard once +4 times
seated with 2-3 other participants for this duration
grooves and moves from the pelvis upwards
track by Paris Suit Yourself from the upcoming LP called chick planet massage
creative direction Luvinsky Atché
video observation and concept Anastasia Freygang
at Anatums Abode, Limehouse
invited few people over for drinking tea singing informal jam and talking at Anatum’s Abode.
Tea club – Raimonda Vengryte, Geraldine McEwan, Lee Clayden, Ross Anderson, Superbat Wilford, Berglind Ágústsdóttir
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sunday in my head is the crystaline and precise breakdown of an overall inquisitive exploration going on within many people around me. its about femalehood and,
in the context of your arrival at anatums it feels as if its the perfect timing to talk about the current moves and stretches of organised sisterhood with active figures coming round for a chat
for sunday afternoon, in my head falls into place to invite the following two,
for an interview and discussion, a recording,
a live and on the spot contextualisation
four female initiators are meeting over tea in an independent project space in london limehouse in 2015
in real sphere reality a fifth had joined : Phillida Cheetham, who links Florence and Anastasia,
herself an active initiator of group experiments
and Florence wrote :
and wants to record more with us.
Conny Prantera has recently launched her first MOON ROSE, a female only improv orchester and choir,
and sunday is a day where four initiators within that come to anatums
sunday’s exploration is online NOW
REcap of RITUALS OF RHYTHM
smiling room now /listening guided in a circle
all about the ears alert/ eyes blind
folded up on a carpet/ travelling in time
were astronauts/ were sliding down
into the depths of perception : words from the innate throat
beats from the word beating
sounding bells riniging- drilling
no enquiries in native language