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Everything I lost is inside me

I have lived in this Sisterhood for life months now. We are magnet; Drop, Flame, Weaver and me, Sad Dancer. When we met they were just images to me. Today every name has a taste, a sound, smell. I know how it feels to touch their skin, how salty their tears can be and where in their body they hide their longings. I can recognize their footsteps, their humming and…

The ritual of reflection

Everything I have experienced during the months with Sisters Performance Method feels like rituals to me now. I want to name them as individual classes, to explore and describe their transformative possibilities and manifestations within the frame of a ritual. But they are all entangled and interwoven. They come from many and from me alone and some of them have only just got roots while others have grown into new…

After Words

Dearest goodbye We talked in lines and moved between them   Collecting what we had we walked around it   Gifts of ideas all matter words naming the future more than anything else   Nothing Something Everything   We move around covered tangled laughing comes finally   No one Someone Everyone   Somebody said, when you are with someone you love, you don’t have to think so much you think…

Be Like A Strong Tree That Can Not Be Moved

What is my method? To Be Like a Strong Tree that Can Not Be Moved. When I feel afraid and get nervous – I will not Move. When I want to run away – I will not Move. When I feel sad – I will not Move. When I feel anxiety – I will not Move. When The FUCK FACE fill up my mind – I will not Move. I…

An untamed and flaming play

An untamed and flaming play

FUCK FACE of The UnTaMed

I am always behind I am not prepared enough I cannot take it easy I want to be special – but I am not I am overthinking it I am not good enough I am not beautiful enough I am not smart enough I am too weak I am thinking to much I think too much about myself And I am not funny enough I am not strong enough They…

Blindfolded lunch at Ryslinge Højskole

The Flame relates to her surroundings through eye contact, but she received a gift from The Flow, during her lessons at Ryslinge Højskole, which moved The Flame to investigate this way of relating. The Flame manifested herself blindfolded during lunch time in the dining hall, the living room and the courtyard, which hummed with voices and was wrapped in darkness. This is her reflections while blindfolded.

Before Words

Hello Love move moved move air word air body movement together movements words separate move words together air word the movement building what what language open mouth air language belief beliefs               patterns          emotions         thoughts something poetic self collective movement Love Dramaturg

Sounds swirls around us

Sounds swirls around us, tongues of silence speaks of love, breathing, heavy, calm, teardrops falling in tin-bowls, silent sobbing, sand sliding through fingers and hands, firewood cracks open, red and green stars, the dust is descending inside these walls, condensed thoughts, lumps in throats, eyelashes clashing, hanging birch-wood-branches, spirits memories dreams symbiotic songs from the grapes on the hedges, fire burning wild – wanting to reach out- wanting to touch,…

Aphorisms on travelling

Dear Weaver Dear Drop Dear Sad Dancer Dear Flame Dear Journey Man   As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind… The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you. I will collect the sound of passing through –…