radikaali ruumiillisuus

2018 - Upcoming Research on Ecosomatics and Radical Embodiment

In the heels of the grant I just received from Koneen Säätiö - Kone Foundation, I will let this blog resurface from its long hibernation, and have it become one of the canvasses for my upcoming research. As writing will be one of the main forms utilized, this blog is my drafting board - in the feeble hopes of some engagement from you who read this.

This first post after so long is one of gratitude - for students, colleagues, friends and family for their unwavering support and presence over the years. There would not have been (paid) work without some of the connections, based on mutual respect and willingness to share one's good fortunes. Thank you. You know who you are, though there will be a moment to name you more specifically and publicly. And for the students who've come to my workshops, shared their experiences and made me realize that this work is worth taking forward. It actually has made a difference in people's lives. Mine included.

And to Koneen Säätiö, Thank You for boldly supporting unconventional practices. They truly provide a life line for diversity in the arts and sciences (in Finland at least), for allowing a multiplicity of voices to blossom. I am proud to be witnessed and supported as a bold maker. This privilege comes with responsibility, and I feel the strong urge to keep following this hunch, to keep leaning toward the unknown and see what emerges.



Journal Notes 9/2007

I stand in Ruth’s yurt, my back towards her, my gaze reaching out the dusty window out into the mountains far in the horizon. The heat has packed itself in the room, the wood is soft and cool under my feet. I feel Ruth’s eyes on me. She talks to me about finding my animal, the empowered position where I am willing to feel the kinesthetic response of my body, and following that lead, staying with it. ”It does not reside in the make-sense level”, she says; ”You are still trying to know.” She wants me to notice more closely what I already do and not just go on automatic, loosing the life in my actions and thus the possibilities for other choices than the utterly safe and familiar. The animal metaphor strikes a sounding chord, since I know in my flesh what she is talking about, even as my rational mind is completely lost by her urging. Yes, I am still desperately trying to know, while also sensing that it is the listening of the flesh which begins the process of allowing me to organize the world and it’s realities anew. As we construct our world through our senses, and as certain pathways become habitual and well trodden over time, we begin to see what we expect to see. Ultimately, what we perceive determines what we know – and what we think is real (1). Yet the plasticity of our perception offers hope for change. The process of recognizing and changing the filters of association and categorization through which incoming signals are screened, as in the practice of improvisation, can expand our perceptual conditioning and habits. (2)

1. Andrea Olsen, 2002. Body and Earth, An Expriental Guide. 55.

2. ibid. 56.