waving, saying hi rolling up my sleeve smelling the inside of my lower arm ME showing the inside of my lower arm ONE BODY looking at the others YOU (and you and you and you and you) MANY BODIES giving hands, walking, playing, mirroring rolling up our sleeves smelling the…
There is a marble floor and a mother. An opportunity to fall in your hands and a curtain not to touch. coloured cauliflowers and curiosity there is heating and humans we are cared for (image of the hanged man)
Camminando attraverso acri di tiempo l’eta diventa noi . Walking through acres of time age become us [borrowed from a correspondence] . . and as the draping are curtains are draped and the zink becomes zinc and lazed eyes are laced threaded intwined cotton…
We had a beach Home #246: Hotel, Palermo Home #247: Apartment, Santa Flavia Home #248: Apartment, Warsaw Home #249: Farm, Tisvildeleje Home #250: Farm, Holsted Home #251: Hotel, Esbjerg Home #252: Farm, Skjern Home #253: Farm, Tisvildeleje Home #254: Apartment, Malmö Home #255: Apartment, Copenhagen Home #256: Farm, Holsted Home…
Building a shelter from hands Palms on the inside, to hold, to offer, to invite Backs on the outside to witness, memorize and resist You have entered, so stay awhile (Ušo si, pa eto, ostani) Zrak
I had to return north from Sicily because of a series of nightmares during which something started to grow in my throat. On the airest night I went down towards the 9th circle of Hell down down the marble steps of the Palazzo all night I travelled the round face…
someone feeds me someone eats a twig of rosemary without breaking eye contact someone gives me money someone gives me purpose someone gives me pain someone makes me safe someone gives me a mask someone gives me her back someone gives me fear someone gives me cake batter someone gives…
Surrender and accept in the means of what is yet to be explored Surrender to yourself, an exchange exchange of being What is here is now and time we don’t see but inhabit Take but give . sit . don’t flee . stand . close your eyes . Feel .…
there are bones and feathers and babies faces framed in pink for infinity months we grow together child and mother but not just you and me us, them, in the words of unnamed he, she, it, we, the mothers and the mothered, the babies and the babied, all the cradled…
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