We long for A moment when our contours are dissolved and becomes part of everything and everyone Body more than mind A place to feel togetherness A place without mingling, without conversation, without prestige A church without religion A pause filled with all hours we lived through, where time doesn’t exist Simplicity Repetition To acknowledge the magic in our actual reality To explore together, expand our boundaries, open and…
Meet Silva, a poetic animal in excess, a savage-in-the making. In her suitcase she brings the feet and feathers of a butchered rooster. Around her wrist a bracelet hangs: spiky black plastic picked up on a North Sea beach, a polymere token transported via currents and drifts from fellow birds nesting in the Great Pacific Plastic Gyre. What will she do for you, this Silva, this medium of the wild? Silva is…
I am quietly starting to prepare for my stay as a Visiting Artist at The Boarding School; which, however I can see now, could also be as a Visiting Teacher or a Visiting Researcher. I would like to make space for a laboratory, where the participants can explore the many ways into knowledge. So my question as a Researcher could be: what will happen, if we consider knowledge and learning as an initiating process, where…
The mix up of entomology and etymology has followed me. It all started with a member of the Cantharidae family gazing through the camera lens, followed up by a dried out cicada falling down from a tree as I cried. I felt I needed to realize something: For a long time I had thought that the humanistic science fields were the only true ones, as they derive from human experiences,…
… post from the Visiting Teachers, Researchers and Artists beginning with Sisters Academy #2 Nuuk, Greenland and Sisters Academy #3 Malmö, Sweden.
In my classes I want to explore subjects that I never had in school. Subject I was missing with out knowing it – before I meet my Sister. She ask me: “If you where to decide which classes would you have had in your school time?” I brought the question with me and wandered. For a long time I ask myself that question. What did I miss in my school…
Some words about The Connector… Already as a two year old child she would draw lines on the floor, connecting the different objects in the room, with four she loved binding things together with thread. Later on, she started making connections between apparently disconnected words, triggering new associations and discovering the power of creativity as a source to understand the world in other ways. When she was old enough, she…
The Conjuress appears and disappears like clouds forming, shifting and vanishing in the sky. Classes will be conducted with those who are in the right place when the time is right. Classes will involve sleeping, waking and breathing with space, becoming an extension of a place, an object, a moment, a touch. Finding the innate potential of that, which is already there and bringing new meaning to it. Sleepwalking, drifting,…
“You are not lost. Wherever you are is called here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger.” The Wonderer is fascinated by the ways senses are activated when we all of a sudden find ourselves in an unknown environment and give into the sensation of being lost without fear. Leading a nomadic life she longs for moments in which she can with a childlike curiosity connect with her…
A voice cries out loud and clear. It´s a human voice. Strong, beautiful and universally unique. You might recall the deep agony of giving birth. And the joy of that cry symbolizing that new life is present. I have experienced two new human beings being born in the past month. A baby girl. A baby boy. Both of them with clear distinct and personal voices full of life. Their only…