Vulvaäbility

The ability to show vulnerability

It was some time during the summer of 2022.

Transit Hope with its revelations had torn me up and re-ignited my periodically dormant desire for Theatre and its forms: the shaping and reshaping of my own path to the stage set without foundations curtains walls that is the Language of Art.

I had to act fast. I knew this yearning — for bodyminds constructing worlds of eternal temporary significance — would not keep its momentum indefinitely. And perhaps this is a different story altogether.

Or just maybe, maybe — baby — this is what is at the very core of this short, long-due message to the Ladies I dream of when my sleep is so rewarding that I pretend it's dreamless.

Dear Magdalenas, I am sharing with you the condensed pdf version of two days of action — pumped up by approximately six months of concrete planning — imbued by creative wishes jealousies differences gifts and disappointments collected through the sum of each woman's life years.

Only — I am left with a question, which I throw back at you lovely Ladies, the audience collected in this agora. It is perhaps not even something I'm asking for or about but a sense of wonder and confusion I cannot formulate verbally or vocally but I need to somehow project through space and time —

➢ beyond the limits compounded by the burdened and burnt out contemporary collective mind

【 >>how about this *perpetual state of war*, anybody?<< 】

➢ filtered by the sediments of the accidental wounds my own personal history has provided me with.

The women you see in the Vulvaäbility album are friends and strangers. I sincerely wish to meet them all again.

Finally, as is my custom, I would like to leave you with one of the many incantations I have overheard through the lines of expression chosen by a living American artist I happen to adore.

★ All your dreams will come true
★ All my dreams came true but now — I
★ have a bunch of other dreams
★ ta-dum-dum
★ it's gonna be hot hot

from Kim Gordon's lyrics to Sonic Youth, Quest for the cup

【 Experimental Jet Set, Trash and no Star – 1994 】

Wishing you all to feel oh! — so s-a-lty free

TALK TO ME. Let's *p L aY

Gabi Lila ~~~ Gabriella Sacco
Amsterdam, the Netherlands, March 2026

Click here to download the PDF.