This past year...

For about a year now, I’ve been posting less and less. I seem to live mostly in my mind—collecting fragments, sitting with ideas, circling projects—often postponing or neglecting the act of sharing them. This isn’t entirely new for me, but it has deepened over time. As the world has grown heavier, and with wars unfolding across different regions, I’ve felt an increasing pull inward: to rethink, to reorient, to quietly build.

Still, there have been lighter moments—small observations, passing details, things I’ve found oddly soothing. I’ve been gathering these along the way, even if only retrospectively. Two years ago, I returned to writing poetry. I’m currently editing my first manuscript, which is set to be published in December 2026. Beneath I share I few words and a painting I made recently.

In parallel, I’m about to begin the second phase of The Gym, a movement research project that supports my ongoing work around agonistic spaces—environments where conflict and difference are not smoothed over but engaged; where friction becomes a source of movement, and where the space resists closure.

The first phase involved reaching out to gyms and developing movement-based experiments in collaboration with a performer, a filmmaker, and four gym instructors. Alongside this, I created a pamphlet entitled The Gym as an artistic account of the process and its underlying ideas and which also includes film documentation. Please find a link to a digital version of the pamphlet by clicking here.

This next stage moves toward a first performance output.

At the same time, I’m slowly laying the groundwork for a new line of work at Pentonville Prison in London, as part of an initiative called Architecture for Crime. I’m beginning to realise that my work is becoming a way to enter real, complex environments—using artistic practice as a means to engage with and, in some way, support the wellbeing of people living and working within them.

I don’t yet know how this will unfold. But I do know I’ll be working alongside some thoughtful and inspiring people.

A few words for a recent painting (above):

Canal

Rain tapping – 

yesterday’s laughter puddled, 

wet fingers on the bridge.