Deconstructing traditional notions of masculinity and conflict, exploring a fluidity in defence.

I am the city, I am a daughter of the city.
Not the rain, neither the forest.
Further from being the rainforest’s daughter.

Reflections on The Sims game and its entanglement in the mystification of an oppressive and recursive power system.

In what way is fading a means of internally & externally bending “dreams” beyond the black barbershop?

This was not a great day to wear the “Bonaire” bucket hat that I bought earlier that week in the souvenir shop.

A banana bread without Chiquita bananas and without a guilty conscience would taste even better.

Serim Kwack tries to coax her mother's conception dream of an AI image generator.

When we dream and interpret the dream, is it really a dream that predicts the future, or is our subconscious making us believe that the dream predicted the future? 

A Series of Melting Slices

A glitch in response to a prophecy

Sappho's sphere of Antiquity sends you back to a nostalgic world overwhelmed by a violent desire for unconditional love.

The internet is a place where nightmares and daydreams can be materialized.

When it loses its balance
Your mind is tired

Protecting the monsters of Madagascar from a second colonization

Elements which show in our dreams have their own meanings.

Sugyeong Lee finds meaning while trapped in the Happy Circuit.

Two soundscapes contrast the silent, deep rest of the forest with its embedded life and knowledge against modern infrastructures of industry and transport that have allowed material, music and information to travel across man-made borders.

These are two playlists made for The Couch, based on different moods one may feel or seeks [during a daydream or after a nightmare maybe], mixing different eras and music movements.

In this podcast Phoebe Zoe Ho and Pia Gräwe open up an imaginary folder to talk about the negative emotions or painful experiences that we keep hidden from others.

Welcome to the Gaydreaming henny.

How did the Athamanta flower become a symbol of ecological resistance?

Is the shade of a tree and the cool spring breeze not enough to satisfy you?

When I moved to Eindhoven, everything felt foreign—until I saw a wall of passion flowers at my new home.

The garden is the habitat of the soul.

Imagine standing before a mirror that reflects nothing...

Carnivore gardens, Cannibal gardens, Gardens of pleasure

How do the blossoms feel, being touched so gently?

I found myself immersed in the personal worlds of people I barely knew.

Learning to live with alterted perceptions in our digital Umwelts

De-gloomifying rainy weather

As she stepped into my garden, it no longer felt like a space I could control—a beautiful, orderly sanctuary.

A small flower blooms quietly, not swaying despite the wind

Finding the garden growing in secret in the cracks of the city

Jeju Island — the land of tangerines.