A time of death and rebirth. I spent February in Germany and returned to Gran Canaria once more in March to close a circuit that had been running for one and a half years.

In March I travelled to Verona for a refreshing but also challenging stay in the old Italian city. More of a travel sketchbook han deep introspection this time.

During the snowstorms of early march my relationship finally reached its breaking point. In a haze of sensation, I was only able to extract myself with considerable effort. I fell onto a much-needed ground of meals in bed, my journaling practice, and the longterm friends who had survived that period of my life.

March was dominated by new way of leading my life in an effort to create peace in my body, a new permeability towards the world, but in the same masculine style of doing things, because it was all I had ever known.