i consist of sounds. my stomach rumbles, my bowles bubble, my joints crack and my blood is humming. and as if this is not enough i produce voices in different pitches and qualities. and as if this body of mine is just a frame which actually contains voice memories and shapes of other bodies, past and future ones. but in the end everything is music. there is no difference between speaking or singing, dancing or being still. it all pulsates in the mingled cosmopolitan rhythm. it never settles down but keeps moving and transforming. that is the thrill.

for body is voice workshops, visit:                 www.body-is-voice.com


ongoing improvised performances...mail me for more information!


my article about akiyoshidai international art village: http://en.air-j.info/resource/article/air02/



photo: aura nukari