A series of notes, diary fragments, references and pieces of research:

2026-03-07

The form of the discourse of:
EXPANDED CINEMA

Cine expandidoThe meaning of expanded cinema and the meaning of cine expandido seem to be the same. Yet, cine expandido has a different connotation.

The darkness creates timeless presence.. a projection.. We become whole with an unfolding world unknown to us, which is created by the artist and performer.

A threshold,
a portal of time,
vibrations,
pain,
visceral and corporeal,

The projection, the audience and my body become one. The cine: the moving images fill the space as a form of light. Enchanting light. My body is the shadow, a trace of my body being present in the images of the projection. The art of cine expandido is to enter the cosmovision of the projection without rejection. A total surrender.

Open filmMaybe cine expandido is a film that is literally open.
Like an open body.

When I perform, I am a performance artist.
I become the vessel.
Like a Shaman.

Maybe the cine expandido is a form of shamanism.
A way of bodily and psychologically traveling through space and time.

Notes 2025-11-10
Ancestral Islands

Why the earth of ancestry is about to convince the idea that order and chaos is a capitulation of the very beginning and the very end. Misconception of the essence of life, the lie of everything that we call reality, which cannot be...

2026-02-14

The grain of the image is the soul

I am laying on the concrete floor looking at the sky. The sun still touches my heart, but I cannot hear it. There is no moist coming from the soil of the heating sun, there is no smell of the dawn, when the day finds its beginning. The beginning is cold, machine like.

We have forgotten to sing for our mother.
Ik word er stil van.

I cannot sing.
My mother doesn’t sing for me either.
Not anymore.
I’ve been abandoned.

2026-02-14

The grain of the image is the soul

The grain is calling
At first it annoys me. It’s a distraction from the image... moving closer... the grain becomes more and more evident. It is the dust settling the space. The light captures that which floats through space. They are particles and the particles are more than dust. The question came to me in a dream. The answer lies here in the image, in the millimeters of the image... the grain.

Maybe the grain is dust of souls, of many souls transferring the force of life to another life, to another object, to another plant and tree. The dust of souls is a gift of time, for time is ending for every soul. So the force of dust stretches the force of life into becoming dust.... note: Read Michael Marder on Dust.

2026-02-01

A performance becoming the ritual

Psychopomp

- the passage of blood in the threshold of the joint

I see a spirit in my pants.
I see eyes, head and arms and legs.
The spirit is already fading.
Evaporating,
I can feel it when I touch it.
The red of the blood is turning to dark brown,
disappearing in the deep blue.

The blade of my Golok pierced my right knee, on the patella. It happened during the performance. It was my first strike on the tree, but the tree was so easy to cut that the force made the blade go down into my knee, which then turned the performative demonstration of the colonial history into an embodied ritual of this same history.

An open wound is an open body.

My ancestors came that night.
They grew out of the hole in my knee,
passing through the threshold of my blood,
my heritage.
It was a sign of the times,
the times unfinished.

A residue.

Painted in blood,
A bloody spirit.