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and then we danced, on hosting ghosts and ghosting
In my dance, I host ghosts, their multi-headed presence, their sounding breath coming out of their numerous mouths. I befriend the strange, and the otherness becomes my condition.
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Noa’s Advice: How To Stand Out
If artistic production (within the artworld) is tied to individual mystique and brilliance — then how the hell are we supposed to stand out if the Netherlands alone produces such a vulgarly deflating abundance of artists?
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You Gotta Serve Somebody
“Hello” I typed, and it felt like flinging sound into a cave, testing to see if someone was there in the dark, some being of an undetermined image.
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You Wanna Know How We Got These Scars?
Writer, cultural critic, and philosopher Ben Shai van der Wal calls upon us to embrace our trickster-friend. A short essay about how society’s need for healing and fixing stands in the way of it.
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Noa’s Advice
There’s no such thing as a stupid [art] question - Noa knows it all.