josefine aavild rahn
to all mermaids in gamer chairs
giving flesh to fantasy
help me, p o u r
rrr blue skies onto
rrr
wet screens
and softness into this daydream
soak the people, soak 'em good
take the cookies , please
ONE WOMAN sounding
ocean ocean
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ONE WOMAN MUSICAL 2022
OPEN HEARTS OPERA or "a celebration of what it could sound like to be human" 2022
What does it sound like, when we sound with an open heart? A super naive, wet opera with Alex Blum, Helene Ridderberg, Zoë Schollee, Sjaid Foncé, and Josefine Aavild Rahn
Not all is lost 2023
Davy Pieters for Theater Rotterdam
ABOUT
Josefine Aavild Rahn (he, she, they) is a interdisciplinary performer and artist, graduated from the Mime department at AHK in Amsterdam.
Mixing mime, sound and images, Josefine seeks to create space for community, reflection and healing, and for their own work the process is considered as vitally important as the premiere.
Josefine is currently based in Copenhagen and Amsterdam working both as a maker, performer and production assistant.
Portfolio here --->
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
enjoy the mess
Welcome to my page, also known as my sweet escape from always losing my curriculium and reinventing it/updating it in the very last minute before any new open call deadlines. If you are in the arts, you know exactly what I'm on about; if you are NOT in the arts - congratulations! Good on you. Trust me when I tell you that this particular part, constantly making yourself a selling point - in order to afford, let's say diapers - it is awful. Especially when you are messy. Hence, this is also an attempt for me to have digital fun, and a place to share my work at whatever state it is at. I hope you enjoy the mess, I promise never to clean up and keep playing.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
me talking about me as though I am not me
(but I am, promise)
life
Leaving maternity leave in Copenhagen - 4.1.25
It's new years, every one is starting over, while everybody's tired. They are either worn by war, or winter, or by the inflated price on coffee these days. I throw my kid around and play horse. I choose a timeslot to worry, and another to call my grandfather, my friend in Amsterdam, my lover in Palestine. I am getting married this year. I am getting back on the floor this year. I am dreaming more during the days than the nights. The nights are full of teeth and rocking. Turning Helle Benny over my torso and spooning on the other side. Life has become slow, yet hectic. I now undress in a hurry, like I might miss my chance if I should linger. I then walk around half-clothed, picking up miniscule socks and forgetting my cup of tea on the entrance table. Forgetting to wear pants until I absolutely have to leave the apartment.
I'm grieving fascism, while I decisively chose "have fun" as my new years resolution.
Life is strung up between two points; the left boob, the right boob. The farm of Helle Benny's father and my appartment in Nørrebro. The desire to create, the need to rest.
Life is moving and I have no job, no plans on the horisont. Every day I watch in awe as everything organizes itself and Helle Benny learns something new.