Swamp Song-Winter Retreat
Self-funded and co-organised residency at Fürstenberger Forest, during a 10-day iced out period of January 2026.
With a focus on slow and purposeful co-creation, connection to the surrounding nature and low-stakes workshop facilitation, the collective came together to tell stories, initiate in somatic practices, clownery, puppetry,poetry,writing and play, vocalise, paint and make music.
Including:
Kiki Karatza,Shannon Turner,Sabina Wantoch,Gustave Robic,Fiona Verran,Doctor Creature,Sofia Antolini.
Creature crawl-Jam session expert
Excuisite Corpse Erotica - A collective story in parts
In my line of work, I've seen many things, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw in the forest that day. I cam upon a clearing, In which a grey mist was rising. From a dark watery whole, a strange creature emerged. And they...
couldn't believe what they saw. It was giant and magnificent. It grew bigger than anything their eyes had ever seen before. It sprouted and bubbled and spat. It looked at them in their lit up eyes and smiled. They smiled back. They swam together, they sparkled, they were as one. They became big too. It was so big. Suddenly...
swelling swelling, swelling so big- he did not know what had come over him. He howled and howled. The full moon was out, swelling like his appendage. The trees creaked as he prowled across the forest floor, a strange smell of rot was beckoning him. The moon howled and he howled back. He could feel hiw seat turning to fur, bristiling against the pine needles. Drip, drip, drip, the forest squirted at him...
His orfices opened up to let the juice flow freely inside. What a wondrous delight to be covered in forest muck?! The mossy hair in his butt tickled with whimsy, screaching loud whops. And in the middle of the solitary orgy a crow, peeking from a tree up above started cackling at the sight. In reality the crow just wanted to join in. But what a privilege to be part of such erotic forest sights!...
...the sweaty gobling as he entered (the swampy hole head first....position)/ Once inside, he squirmed, trying to adjust to the familiar dangers.... The GLUP GLUP was a viscous sound. Finally, ... came out of nowhere launching rythmicaly against the hole's wall. What a delight! Succulent slimey goocovering his tight pores!...
It produced such a feeling of joy and elation that he couldn't help but begin to dance. A slithering wiggle rippled down his spine, extending to his tentacles. He clacked his mandibles in delight. This ecstatic clacking rhyth caught the attention of a magic spider, who was slumbering in her crystalline web nearby. The spider woke from her dream, and she...
fucked her swampy hole with her slimy fingers. She did not know it yet, but she would fall in love with that wet, hole and cultivate a deep relationship to it. After two weeks, Patricia was madly into the hole, but he did not reciprocate fully! It was behaving quite suspiciously, and Patricia started to investigate what was going on...
One discovery after the next revealed that everything was going to be ok, despite all of the madness that had come before.
