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…
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…
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.
Whirling around in a dry forest The Flame ignited branches and bark eager to spread her heat and her whirling energy where ever she settled down. Soon, the fire she had started was burning uncontrollable, and as she looked back she saw burning trees everywhere and the heat was beyond endurance. She dipped in a creek in order to bring the flames under control and then continued her way in…
Sad Dancer is an ancient soul. In this life she was born in a family without memories. She dances slowly in circles searching for a language, a voice, a belonging. Evoking lost memories and longings. The strange boy with wrinkles in his face. The man who can not die, can they still save us? The gypsie wagon and the girl with the brides, is she dreaming our lost memories? Sad…
Moving in waves above sandbanks and mountain chains, the weaver was first a dream dreamt by the matter of the universe. From the core of the earth she was connected with the world of concrete. Living many lives spinning her own and others dreams and weaving them into patterns she cares for. Where do they begin and where do they end? Entangled in the worlds of dreams and the world…
A drop dripped into me and I am a drop dripping. Drop, drop dripping life. I’m a drop in and of all the oceans. Clouds. Swamps. Ponds. Lakes. Streams. Rivers. I’m a drop landing on a leaf, rolling down the leaf, falling, flying through the air, landing on the next leaf. Landing, rolling, falling, flying till I land on the forest floor. I collect. I lose myself in something. I…
Jeg synes det var en god oplevelse, og jeg kunne godt lide at man ikke vidste hvad der skulle ske. Jeg synes man skulle ligge på gulvet i rigtig lang tid og kunne ikke koncentrere mig til sidst. Der måtte godt være to eller tre, som tog os ind ad døren, og ud igen. Man kunne også bagefter fortælle, hvad meningen var med selve forstillingen.
A student has documented her journey through Sisters Academy #6 – The Boarding School at Den Frie in drawings and was so kind to share them with us. See them here.