Two movements. One city. The same longing.

1916. Zurich. Cabaret Voltaire, Spiegelgasse 1.

A handful of people declare war on reason. Not because they are mad – but because they understand that the mind alone cannot save the world. They scream, dance, assemble the random into meaning. They call it Dada.

I am a Celtic woman. And I reclaim my heritage because I think what we desperately need back is a tribe. Not a nation, a tribe. Nations are defined by borders; tribes are defined by connection over the same cause, the same belief system, the same faith, the same greater myth of life they believe in.