
Disappearing body 2 – Perpetually Becoming – Aase Nielsen
– How to Play (Four studies for Ensemble or Soloist)’ and ‘Sextet’ For the second interview in relation to the exhibition Disappearing Body – Becoming Tsujimura at Heirloom in Copenhagen,

– How to Play (Four studies for Ensemble or Soloist)’ and ‘Sextet’ For the second interview in relation to the exhibition Disappearing Body – Becoming Tsujimura at Heirloom in Copenhagen,

– a three part interview series about HEIRLOOM’s new events/exhibitions entitled Unfiled While summer was at its highest in Copenhagen, I went to see the exhibition Disappearing Body – Becoming

I Tivolis koncertsal dansede en række internationale balletstjerner uddrag fra især pas de deux’er fra både klassiske og moderne balletter. Aftenen stod på den måde i intimitetens, kærlighedens og mødets

This report investigates the Unexplained Para-Institutional Phenomenon (UPIP) ‘Center of Unseen Trans Survival’, or as it is colloquially referred to: C.U.T.S. The report is compiled in three parts. First, I

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