Isabella and Mini / Therapy
Hajni and Candice / Death
Valentina and Virgine / Submission
Johanna Swartling / Guitar
Chrichan Larson / Cello
Umut Vedat / umutvedat.com
Zor Neurobashing / eroteric.com
Ana González / eyerisefilms.com
Frederick Bernas / eyerisefilms.com
kinkwave.mp4
Timmy Gustafsson
Andrea Yoko / andreayoko.com
Mini: You have your own freedom, you own your own freedom. So instead of feeling that someone is taking your freedom from you, you are feeling that you are giving your freedom to someone. And then taking it back again.
Candice: I gazed into a sunflower for 25 minutes and cried at how many times I had seen a sunflower but how little I had ever noticed.
Isabella: And then I run through life, carrying this. And that is what trauma is. It is not a thought. It’s a reaction that keeps repeating.
Hajni: I take in the room full of people waiting for death. There is a soft calmness and serenity.
Virgine: You can stand and walk in the circle in absolute silence.
Hajni: I want love before I die.
Virgine: People ravish each other, people give love to each other. There is a lot of beauty and violence at once. There is immense love and trust.
Valentina: I quickly took such rare images away to be repressed or forgotten because they seemed to me vulgar and unethical. What a mistake.
Hajni: Then, a profound moment of quietness. An infinite second of certainty. It is going to be me. It is my turn. Now, it is my turn, and there is nothing I can do. I sit at that moment as it stretches into endlessness, and I feel everything. I feel at peace. I feel happy. I feel excited. I feel sad, curious and hopeful.
Valentina: The delight of obeying. Trembling with so much pleasure. His pleasure is almost a form of sweet hallucination. Hot and aromatic like an oriental tea. Learning how to please by not rushing. Just being.
Isabella: It’s an agreement to be able to be close to someone, but you have agreed that there is not going to be any sexuality. I can explore this ocean of feelings and reactions, I can be safe.
Virgine: And everyone will watch in absolute silence.
Candice: So I left the moment with no goodbye. And this is how it is. And how death can be. Of any kind. Your lover has kissed you for the last time. Your story is over. No more sunflowers. To appreciate or not appreciate, however you choose it.
Virgine: And I told him, you bring out the worst of human beings in the most beautiful way.
This showreel is a compilation of ten years of work. The voices are witness statements from people attending my workshops over the years. I picked and remixed them into this poem. The music was recorded in a church in Stockholm with two friends of mine. And the video segments are collected from various projects I’ve participated in, from music videos to documentaries to art projects and online education materials. I aimed to portray my work’s more dream-like and poetic qualities rather than the rational. And I hope that the rest of my webpage can further introduce what I do.
And then I run through life, carrying this. And that is what trauma is. It is not a thought. It’s a reaction that keeps repeating.
People ravish each other, people give love to each other. There is a lot of beauty and violence at once. There is immense love and trust.
Then, a profound moment of quietness. An infinite second of certainty. It is going to be me. It is my turn. Now, it is my turn, and there is nothing I can do.
Trembling with so much pleasure. His pleasure is almost a form of sweet hallucination. Hot and aromatic like an oriental tea. Learning how to please by not rushing. Just being.
And I told him, you bring out the worst of human beings in the most beautiful way.
Trembling with so much pleasure. His pleasure is almost a form of sweet hallucination. Hot and aromatic like an oriental tea. Learning how to please by not rushing. Just being.
And I told him, you bring out the worst of human beings in the most beautiful way.
My present work aims to create magical rooms where people can rest, heal and grow in their relationships to surrender, power and desire. I move between art and therapy. In the arts, I venture for the maximum risk I can afford in the present to challenge the status quo. Therapy is the opposite by being the safest possible road leading to things known to restore balance and goodness. Both require a special kind of bravery.
Many of my clients have experienced abuse of power, often sexually or socially, resulting in an ever-controlling attitude towards life with no room for surrender. They often feel simultaneously ashamed and attracted to their desires. While I don’t believe in cathartic releases, I rather offer slowly befriending a new, more functional and exciting reality. Intimately learning to ride the demons that once hunted, so to speak.
At the most basic level, I work with bodies. In the present moment. Inviting them to participate in a new experience that may transcend into the spiritual. My modalities include conscious and consensual sadomasochism, esoteric eroticism, Japanese rope bondage, European theatre studies, medical massage therapy, and neuro-somatic teamwork, each representing an important period of my life. But most importantly, I believe in dedication to ‘the way’. The way of being. In Japanese, it is dō. Over the years, I’ve studied sado, the way of tea; kado, the way of flowers; and aikido, the way of directing energy while in motion. It’s the same way walked in the many Eastern mystery schools. But don’t worry, my dear unknown friend, it’s fundamentally ritual and practical, and you probably won’t notice unless you want to.
I left my ordinary career about ten years ago to walk a simpler life. Now I travel based on an agenda curated by a handful of lovely retreat organisers around Europe and a demanding make-believe family in the Japanese countryside. In between travels, I’m available for sessions and initiations in Stockholm and Berlin. I avoid working online, so please don’t ask unless you intend to see my face. Currently, my face can be found on the following occasions in the order of occurrence.
Exclusive Rituals
The maze of eros opens up to rare occasions of witnessing the sadomasochistic play of graceful servants and unique slaves unfold in front of your eyes. We invite a single sponsor, that’s you, my dear unknown friend, to partake under the great discretion and direction of your curator, Buru. The rituals are a homage to renounced hedonists, dreamers and dominatrixes like Georges Bataille, Jeanne de Berg, and New York’s Flagg. As our sponsor, you are given an exclusive insight into a world of taboos and elegant secrecy beyond anything you’ll find in your local dungeon or hedonist club. At the same time, you enable this research of esoteric eroticism and sadomasochism to continue. Together, we will transcend our dark abyss of forbidden desires by engaging in them and dedicating ourselves to eros’ divine play.
The maze contains rituals that follow a predecided structure, with a handful of invitees. Your curator, one or two slaves, one or two servants, and a single sponsor. The slaves are our protagonists and stand at the centre of attention as exhibitionistic martyrs, uninitiated nymphs, or seasoned sirens. The servants wield the fine leather floggers, fulfil phallic desires and possess the persistency of human furniture. As the sponsor, your role is primarily voyeuristic, and your submission to the ritual is taken for granted. Precise instructions are provided beforehand, but ultimately, these are improvisational pieces, so in the end, you are at the mercy of your curator. Of course, you’ll be given a safe word, and your enthusiastic consent will be acquired when possible. These rituals are explorative works of art rather than therapeutic healing sessions.
The Martyrdom of Sebastian is the maze’s next ritual. Inspired by L’histoire de L’œil (Story of the Eye) and Cérémonies de Femmes (Women’s Rites), it initiates the naked body through the suffrage of leather lashes and the catharsis of unboiled eggs crackalating on bare skin. Produced by nature to forebear life and corrupted by mankind’s insatiable hunger for power and control, the egg symbolises life and eros. At dusk, somewhere in your city, the ritual partakes in a candle-lit, high-ceilinged apartment with big mirrors reflecting ecstatic bodies, making love covered in the thick jolks. From your kneeling position with arms fettered in leather, you’ll witness the night unfolding until you are once again blindfolded and escorted back to the anonymous bar where we picked you up a few hours before. The dream-like memories will, from now on, be your secret maze of eros, impossible to escape, always leaving you wanting more.
Book / Podcast
This book and podcast is an adult-rated linear but non-chronological odyssey into my research of sadomasochism and esoteric eroticism from the past up until today.
Do you want more?
FIRST PARADOX
BEING AND DOING
SECOND PARADOX
SELF-SACRIFICE
AND SELFISHNESS
THIRD PARADOX
SELFISHNESS AND
HOLDING SPACE
FOURTH PARADOX
UNITY AND POLARITY
FIFTH PARADOX
SYMBOLS AND REALITY
FIRST RITUAL
SUBMISSION
SECOND RITUAL
DEVOTION
THIRD RITUAL
REJECTION
FOURTH RITUAL
DESIRE
FIFTH RITUAL
DEATH
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