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Searchers Need Not Search in Solitude

The Searcher came in search To find messages from a multitude of hearts White rose I picked up from the pavement  During my first departure  Air rose dipped in the red ink Changing color Making rhythms in a dark room I painted  Your face with a clean brush Why are you here? Searchers need not search in solitude The Searcher found a home of belonging A place where we are…

Forever your Nature

I found the vessel of time, broken at lastsand pouring out and filling meinfinity hours, seems like airair second containing infinitya treasure inside, mother of pearl shimmering in candle light just do what thou wilt, never doubtingthe choices made have given answersmy true will makes me gravitatetowards connection, pain and beauty holding on to what is and what is not blinded, open my eyes.. again.. and again.. find you there,…

How to orientate yourself from the cheeks – The Spring

If you ever have been alone in a new city (or anywhere you could get lost) here is a notice for another way to find your path. Please begin preferably at night, by yourself or with an adventurous creature. You cannot be more that life or infinity. Turn off your phone and search first for a very calm neighborhood. Walk a bit through the streets, at your own rythm. Concentrate…

By day and night we will

We almost forgot the moon at timesbut it did appearit was there remembering ourselves what happens with a love like that it lights the whole sky ____________________________________________ Remembering the moment of a small eggfalling through a bigger circlethe scent of transformation growingmultiple arms, legs, headsbreathsbodies into air The look of eyesyearning for moresearching for less Making baths in tubesI saved you a crescent moonbeing met in a small roomfeel you…

Blooming

Climbing mountains with your loneliness. The present is a shadow. The future is still not here. What does it mean to grow? And suddenly I look into your eyes. We vibrate in resonance. Exploring the potential of our being together. Who am I. Who are you. What is trust? All the boundaries are getting blurred. And everything shines as it has never shone before. [let you bloom where you are…

Expansion of gravity

As everything in the universe the moon and the earth are magnetic substances. The laws of magnetism rules, and are here to be played with. Born enclosed in gravity we are forced to learn how to spread our wings on the earth. In order to do that we need to expand gravity. Emotions are under the rules of gravity as well, and our system of confronting them is therefore Air…

Paint my soul (dripping) red, infinity

SPREADING pressure contact by the tips of my fingers and squared edge of your thumb, hairs matt and clipped through torn tracks in my elbows and knees, freshly formed and reformed. The new flesh unfurls and smiles away, reveals a mouth of rose and scarlet soft, slick to the air and quiet, not screaming. Listening, receiving, from its place of exposure. Hands feeling their way through heavy curtain. We wait,…

Peace

Writing about it seems very odd to me.  Like showing off a lot of pictures from it that I didn’t take… Sharing some of the innermost fragile and interpersonal conncetions and moments that i have probably ever experienced in a different medium than they occured, to me feels a bit like dumming them down, flattening them, devaluing them, which therefore i will not do. what I can say is that…

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…