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Visitings blog

Death, Love -> direction Home…

For the Sisters’ Academy Inhabitation, I will be coming as visiting researcher to re-define the experience of Home and continue my Life ~ Death ~ Testament project. What I really want from afar right now is listening and seeing and tasting beyond bold edges of space and its inhabitants. I will also be performing, together with Co-habitants, a series of rituals on sensous death and symbolic testament. The place: in…

Time

As time pass, I realize I am afraid of time.How did I end up with being afraid of seconds, minutes, hours, and years? I am afraid of time spent.I am afraid of not managing to be on time. To lose time. To not manage to do what I want to do in time.To not know the time.To not having control of time.As I run to keep time, I question myself…

Hmmmmm (Bumblebeeeee)

Yes, Entering the Home felt seamless, smooth and easy. But re-entering Existence on the other side: how amazing a transition! (And almost paradoxically so – if it had been anticipated as a separation, a leaving, departing.) What a celebration for my senses, to be so suddenly exposed to and wholly in touch with the natural elements again!!! Welcome, embraced, greeted, held, guided, be-gifted…… caressed by the breeze, kissed by the…

The Blind Walker

The Blind Walker takes you on a journey through the unknown. No destination. The Blind Walker has many bodies that through imagination manifest themselves in movement. Photo: Palle Schultz

Resonance, Mirror.

A new beginning. A new lunar cycle. I go onwards. Calm and serene, I had the gift of absorbing his anger and transforming it into light. To let his attacks collide with my soul and to hurl them into the vastness of nothingness. I heard my heart beating as he tried to coax the teeth out of my small-self. To crush my balance. But we hugged as we smoked the…

The Forest

A breeze flows through the canopy. A second ago, everything was still and quiet, now something is stirring. Noises everywhere, rhythmically bouncing between the trees. Is it a symphony? Is it a choreography? Every leaf has a consciousness of its own. Every flower is a poem. Someone steps into a clearing and is struck by the illuminated spiderweb hanging as if on display in the tall grass. Something is shifting,…

Bzzzzz (Bumblebeeee)

Where or what is the line between me & you? Between imagining & being? Being and doing? Or is it even a line…. Might it be a _____space_______? A [ place ] where we can linger……. play **√~~^~○⧂~* and meeeet?

The Mover

I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin. Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.Stuck to the ground and up in the air.Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.Always in movements as energy. Never stopping.

Current

searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat carrying and being carried forceful, yielding a soluble state of being availability of moving and being moved letting go carried away bent by what escapes me inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.

Transition of the seasons

A year has passed since the academy manifested in Copenhagen. Some of us are still here. Are you? The shadows fall differently in the autumn, as the sweet tast of summer takes leave. This is an invitation to gather, briefly, yet without haste. To mark the coming of the darkness of the season. Do you wish to leave something behind in this transition? Write it down on a note, or…