Andromeda Graziano_Amniotic fluid/CSF/blood/heart/brain/roots/beginnings

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_Skin outer to inner subcutaneous layer. Finding my place through the depths into fatty tissue and superficial fascia to muscle muscle muscle out and through to periorgan and fluids down into my organs flow into the next organ and the next past and through to the other side to meet my periosteum layer compact layer of my bone bone marrow and my stem cells the key essence of life.

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_Self touch, layering of tissues.

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_I have snowflakes falling inside of my body, I can feel them, I can hear them, weaving, connecting, landing, melting...welcome to my world.

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_Nervous system centre and periphery fluid and form

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_Layers Nervous System

Andromeda Graziano_Layers Nervous System

Andromeda Graziano_Layers Nervous System

Andromeda Graziano_Layers Nervous System

Andromeda Graziano_Neuroenteric canal from above through and beyond

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_detail

Andromeda Graziano_Pineal 1

Andromeda Graziano_Pineal 2

Andromeda Graziano_Ovaries and Uterus

Andromeda Graziano_Ovaries and Uterus

Andromeda Graziano_Ovaries and Uterus

Beverley Grace_Skin, muscle, bone. Mesmerised by the flow of layer upon layer. Feeding into, nourishing, complimenting.

Beverley Grace_Blood-CSF

Beverley Grace_Blood-CSF

Beverley Grace_3am. In the world...Of the world...Swept by forces that arethere and not there. Undiscernable...Something is everything...perception

Beverley Grace_3am. In the world...Of the world...Swept by forces that arethere and not there. Undiscernable...Something is everything...perception

Beverley Grace_Sympathetic and parasympathetic

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde_In search of each other. CSF and heart.

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde_In search of each other. CSF and heart.

Centa Theresa Uhalde_In search of each other. CSF and heart.

Centa Theresa Uhalde_Transtrauma

Centa Theresa Uhalde_Ode to Charlie's hat

Centa Theresa Uhalde_Ode to Charlie's hat

Centa Theresa Uhalde_Ode to Charlie's hat

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Centa Theresa Uhalde

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Skin

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Skin

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Skin

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Spine

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Spine

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Spine

Maya Gkourtsogianni_Spine

Maya Gkourtsogianni-Pancreas. It reflects the idea of energy accumulated in the center of my body/solar plexus (it's funny though that when I look at the collage now, I can't help but also see a shape of female genitals. That's so interesting!). The writing around it gave me a very nice opportunity to express some thoughts and emotions I have been processing the whole week, around personal and collective justice...All in all an interesting process that felt releasing and inspiring. Giving a place and a voice to things...

Quetzal Santiago_Sympathetic and parasympathetic

Quetzal Santiago_Sympathetic and parasympathetic

Quetzal Santiago_El estímulo

Quetzal Santiago_La activación

Quetzal Santiago_Juntos: el estimulo y la activación

Quetzal Santiago

Quetzal Santiago_Pineal

Quetzal Santiago_Pineal

Nadia Gativa

Nadia Gativa

Nadia Gativa_Blood (part of blood & cerebral spinal fluid exploration) for Nervous system.

Nadia Gativa_Blood (detail)

Nadia Gativa_Cerebral spinal fluid (part of nervous system exploration) The twist of CSF going from the brain and to the pump of the blood in the heart. (Talking to my drawing) ‘Don’t make me so dark’ when I took charcoal into it.

Nadia Gativa_CSF (detail)

Nadia Gativa_Pituitary and Pineal Glands. I felt a desire to touch my head, scalp but just as a limb or a body part, not as a place of the mind palace or place of thinking. The gland as a centre connecting all my senses – I can strongly feel the smell, the taste, internal vision, later came hearing. This is where I discover internal hearing and suddenly start using my voice. Like it could be directed there and come out of there. The spinal connection was strong, I felt like a baby pushing the head into the floor. Vibrating, pushing, opening the mouth. The voice wanted to come out, that was about to happen. Egg yellow sunset following my orange red voice into the blue green depth of my stomach where silence births the sound of my deep egg yellow voice

Nadia Gativa_Guts exploration. I felt physical pain in the intestines. It was hard to concentrate; I kept escaping into the thoughts of work and barely heard the instructions. I feel tear coming up – there was the same sense of overwhelming sadness, almost despair, being abandoned, neglected, as if nobody cared what I wanted. And violence, the forcing of something. I felt like I ate glass shards and they were in my intestines. And I was curled up like a baby on the floor, crying and saying ‘Mom, please don’t’ begging for this to stop. But what it was I couldn’t remember or know. Was it about my mom’s abortions? Or the unhappiness she felt while being pregnant with me? At some point I also felt hungry, like I wasn’t fed enough and remembered the shame of stealing food and eating at my friend’s places, which embarrassed my mom. We were poor. During the meditation we worked with the connection between the guts and the anus, guts and the mouth. But for me it went very much straight to the connection with the embryo, the womb. And like in previous sessions, a lot of stuff came up. When the connection with the bellybutton was mentioned and the cord towards the baby, I felt also so much sadness, bitter loneliness, painful tragic tears that I can taste in my mouth. And since I’m not a mother, I guess it might be my own mother’s experience that I was remembering. Once I started moving the feelings shifted too. I noticed that it’s hard for me to open my arm, move and release. But gradually my guts started to open up, like a flower. Maybe this holding, like a baby, is my relationship with my guts. I feel violence, forcing, blind and deaf to any pleading – is that what I am doing to myself? While painting with beetroot juice with my fingers, I wanted to express this feeling of bleeding, sharp tearing sensations inside, the pain – and then I was smoothing at and making lines more circular and filling them in to create a better space. I feel that I still have to revisit this topic and look at this – the womb, my experience in the guts, what happened to me and to my mother. This is how I can learn to be gentle with myself and hold myself with love and care.

Nadia Gativa_The heart exploration, collage. Heart above head, head in the pelvis – they all are one. What do I want? – Joy, desire, travel, sensations, new experiences, new sights, things, smells; rhythm and dance, following any whim and desire, wander around a new city in sunlight, warmth, appreciation, nice words, time to spend dreaming, sitting in a café watching people, music and moving with it, singing and laughing loudly.

Nadia Gativa_The heart exploration, collage. Heart above head, head in the pelvis – they all are one. What do I want? – Joy, desire, travel, sensations, new experiences, new sights, things, smells; rhythm and dance, following any whim and desire, wander around a new city in sunlight, warmth, appreciation, nice words, time to spend dreaming, sitting in a café watching people, music and moving with it, singing and laughing loudly.

Nadia Gativa_Support of nervous system and cells. I am moving to the next sense naturally before being prompted. Very affected by sight (tears). Overwhelmed.

Nadia Gativa_[From left to right, top to bottom text] - The warm thick blanket on my floor, I felt it on my skin, then it moved and stretched like a big piece of skin. - The smell of my perfumed oil called Le Rouge – like a carmine red gouache paint - The lights on the ceiling that had shadows, so each object was doubled up - The light reflected on the wall behind and under the table, glowing orange and red on the textured surface - A calendar on the wall and a box for a hat on top of the wardrobe that reminded me of my home, childhood and made me cry - My foot touching the white cold and smooth surface of the bed, where it landed accidentally while I was moving, without even realising what it is I’m touching - The reflection of the red light on the black metal surface under the table, red – from the power button on the floor.

Nadia Gativa_Nervous system, notochord. Pain in the pelvis – fear to open – tears – comforting myself. Sharp thin feeling – mess and unfocus. 3 words: blood spiralling, condensing, expanding.

Nadia Gativa_Endocrine system. Coccyx and Xithoid process. I felt a need to take a hot bath. I felt my tail, like a long and big one that can move a lot. I really wanted to open my ribs and move, make something lighter. So the open ribs out of paper came out of this practice, little cut outs.

Nadia Gativa_Peripheral nervous system. Reflex arc with a path of spinal reflex. A strong sensation of yielding into my own inner fluid. The brain flopping into the spongy fluid part of the head bone, leading the bones to move. Moving the brain in the head from one side to another. The yielding of my inner brain causes this movement. Similar to the feeling of falling asleep into the fat inside my own body. Dissolving, full of water in and out, becoming water, still like a lake. Only gentle ripples on the surface.

Nadia Gativa_Fat exploration. Associations – a chubby panda rolling around, pleasure, joy, sexual pleasure and sensual from food, red berries in sugar that I ate as a child. I can stretch and be flexible like bacon. Rolling in my own fat like a bouncy castle. There’s something dense and solid – blobness. Solid and happy presence. Balance but measure the offer – this is in giving and receiving. Thinking of the body as a hard surface makes it hard. Try to take a quality of a cushion or another soft surface. Jellyfish on a hard rock becomes softer and hugs it.

Nadia Gativa_ Sympathetic & Parasympathetic nervous system. Sketch of voice exploration that was finished later.

Nadia Gativa_Sympathetic and Parasympathetic nervous system. Voice – from vibrato to high, touching objects with my voice. Those far away too, first touching them with voice and then moving closer. When I have the base of sound, how far can I reach with it? Can I touch things further and higher? Can I allow myself to sigh, moan, return to the breath in order to move higher? What else is there?

Nadia Gativa_Sympathetic and Parasympathetic nervous system. Voice – from vibrato to high, touching objects with my voice. Those far away too, first touching them with voice and then moving closer. When I have the base of sound, how far can I reach with it? Can I touch things further and higher? Can I allow myself to sigh, moan, return to the breath in order to move higher? What else is there?

Nadia Gativa_Skin exploration. We are discovering all the various layers of skin and I feel them from the thicker ones to the lighter fatty ones, and the nerves that go through those.

Nadia Gativa_Sympathetic and Parasympathetic nervous system (incl. charcoal drawings) Draw what is not there – VIBRATO What is there? On the first one – salamanders and the feeling of embryo. On the second one – fly or mosquito, thoughts and looking

Nadia Gativa_Thyriod gland, beginning of exploration of voice. I have no (a) voice A fishbone stuck in the throat It hurts I scream and nothing comes out. Silent movement of air and a pipe – grey and squirmy like a sea anemone moving in water. No sound.

Nadia Gativa_Pituitary and Pineal Glands. I felt a desire to touch my head, scalp but just as a limb or a body part, not as a place of the mind palace or place of thinking. The gland as a centre connecting all my senses – I can strongly feel the smell, the taste, internal vision, later came hearing. This is where I discover internal hearing and suddenly start using my voice. Like it could be directed there and come out of there. The spinal connection was strong, I felt like a baby pushing the head into the floor. Vibrating, pushing, opening the mouth. The voice wanted to come out, that was about to happen. Egg yellow sunset following my orange red voice into the blue green depth of my stomach where silence births the sound of my deep egg yellow voice

Nadia Gativa_Support of the nervous system. Mylean sheath cells and schwann’s cells. Yellow big bubble. Salmon slices. Oily and tasty. Soft, bouncy and juicy. Playful and joyful. Direction can be soft too – like water. Joyful. Lines don’t have to be hard, it all can be softer (while moving in a very directional way). Title: a total colourful mess with desire for more yellow and white and joy. If things are too dark, I can change them.

Nadia Gativa_Glands exploration, Pancreas. How do you fly? Take the question with you. It’s like loneliness, like dancing alone. Like leaves spiralling and coming out of my mouth. Lightness. Flying. Falling down like a tree seed with wings. And I feel the wings coming out of the open side in my stomach.

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Nadia Gativa_Gland exploration, Thymus. It looks like a strawberry cut by a curved knife. Some seashell, left by a mollusc that crawled out or was eaten. Like a scarf over an invisible body or wings taken off by an angel, hanging somewhere for the next Halloween parade? Magic wings, with forest seeds and berries, to be dropped off into the soil, while flying over the fertile black field. I can put my finger inside and it becomes a claw. Why is it empty inside? I would like to fill it with yellow flowers, called mimosas – bright and soft, erupting from the clay shell of these wings. Through the crack you will see them. It is empty so it can be filled with anything, or emptied again waiting for the next wave, next creature to crawl in and make it a home for a while.

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Nadia Gativa_Kidneys exploration. Kidneys are a source of ancestral life energy. I had an association with fossils and a play with ‘kidney stones’ which are very ancient.

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Nadia Gativa_An exploration of spine. Automatic writing after the somatic meditation. Spine. Spain. Straight line. I am a red starfish, spongy with long strong sturdy tentacles touching and reaching out. Pulsing, coming back, pushing, undulating. I can feel the stretch, each little finger-like button-shaped end of my arm and leg, all coming back to the middle spine, snake, straight line. Waking up, hungry to reach out and touch.

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Nadia Gativa_Endocrine system integration. Suspension. Wires and paper. A heavy tail I can feel and glands, like little lights on a tree

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