Hang your wreath on the door, hang your wreath on the door, so that the evil spirits can not enter. Through community-creating rituals, we connect to material, history, body and to each other. Material: Intestines.A container, a cover, a passage. Slippery, waterresistant and seethrough.When dried: light, delicate and crisp. Past:…
Having spent four days immersed in inhabitation, I have come away with a heightened awareness of the sensuous. I have collected ideas on how to weave into my life a range of techniques into the ‘everyday’. I also will keep forever the visions of what a fully sensuous world can…
Affection towards surroundings is the future of a sustainable inhabitation on earth and in the future society The ritual is an opening of affection, and it is situated in architecture and in the awareness of so Light, sound, smell, skin, surface, atmosphere, touch, sight – our capability to affect to…
What does home mean now? Invite the inhabitants to decide. Moving away from the uncomfortable familiar. I’m on my way home! Although a little timid, I look forwards to a sharing of participatory styles. To co-create.To contribute. To activate . To be polyvocal. To swoop the great sky. To find…
Tribute to Inhabitation Air & to the first and last build-up of Sisters Hope Home. Written at Sisters Hope Home during & following House Clearance of Inhabitation Air. Published during House Preparation of Inhabitation Infinity in heart-bursting memory of Balance Curious Crescendo Dramaturg Spreading Fire Spring Timer Air-Root Asteroid Ear…
II. Where’ve you gone, my darling love? She cried. You’ve disappeared. – I can’t hear the soft rising and falling of your chest in the night, or taste the bite of your fingers clamped sweetly around my own. And it’s not until I close my eyes shut that your face…
the sweet sting of nettles. withered chestnut flowers, a burst of green bloom.about to turn in-ward. to be tranformed into images behind closed eyelids.
I look ahead, the manifestation streches out before me as an ocean, I am waiting to go in, one small step at a time. What will happen when we dive in completely? Will we know that it has happened, before it is over? – The Fruit Carrier
Time can not be controlled – Sometimes it runs out before you wish; and I happened to exist life days before planned time with a big help from Blue (who might not be Blue anymore). So, I left Home on a airy spring day, accompanied by children’s voices in play…
Coming this morning from morning sea bath. It is like being embraced by the sea, the morning wind, in clouds with rooms of sunshine. I prepare myself for traveling to Sisters Hope Home. I feel light, flexible, fast in my wondering, nervous excitement