Paint like nobody's hiring you. Which, historically, they aren't. But the hands keep moving—smearing color onto surfaces until something stares back that wasn't there before. Call it therapy with better lighting.
Enter the GalleryThe body knows things the mouth won't say. So we put on the nose, we fall down the stairs, we make eye contact with strangers until something cracks open. Clowning is just honesty in a funnier costume.
Witness the ShowWords for money, sometimes. Climate science translated into human, energy policy explained without inducing comas, and occasionally essays about being alive in late capitalism. The serious journalism pays; the clown journalism feeds the soul.
PressWhat happens when you point a reporter at reality but give them a red nose? The truth gets funnier, and the comedy gets uncomfortably true. This is dispatches from the edge—where the personal becomes political, the absurd becomes reportage, and sometimes you have to fall on your face to make a point.
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Artist, Clown, Climate Journalist
Berlin-based multidisciplinary artist working across canvas, stage, and press. With a background in creating fantasy tabletop roleplaying games, discovered clowning at a yoga studio, then trained in the art of failure and the Hopi tradition of sacred clowning. Visual work explores emotion through paint; performance work investigates truth through the body; written work translates climate science and energy policy for public audiences. The practice: making sense of the world through multiple lenses, none of them comfortable.