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besides myself

In Sisters Hope Home, I was inside a nervous system larger than me, inside another living organism. The walls were alive, embracing me. We, our bodies, were part of the circuits and metabolism of the Home. How I miss it, having returned to the illusion of being an individual, leading our separate lives.

New dreams and sensations in my life

Feeling challenged to unravel and leave behind my everyday life for a while. Feeling excited and grateful to go to sisters hope home. Quite certain that this journey will open new dreams and sensations in my life.

Today I enter

Today I enter Sisters Hope Home again. I repeat some familiar steps and at the same time, I observe what is different. I welcome the parts of this experience, which feel like a first time. Last time I came in… calmed… claimed… created…. Mostly in my own company. This time I expect a more tangible sense of community. I look forward to exploring how my being and yours meet in…

gates

how do you open those gates? in your eyes in your chest all of you in inhabitance you stay with me when just existing on my own in my own silence covering the rocks of time the children of you the wonders you invite showers of a heart a hand awareness beneath my skin these gates of ours be my home

CONTAINER – COVER – MEMBRANE

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: Used as a material for raincoats and windows in the arctic area. Present: Inviting you to explore intestines as a…

On my way back with Home

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 be, in beautiful architecture of terracotta, with high-relief sculptured interiors in blue and turquoise. These settings can be inhabited by…

Affection

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 everything that enclose us We are drawn into a hemisphere based upon fragments of time that constitutes itself as souvenirs…

On my way Home

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 our voices. To fly. The Jay bird

A ghost at Home – at the same time coexisting in between

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 Entropy & brother Glow Pieces Pioneer Sister Surfer Tide A ghost at Home – at the same time coexisting in…

II.

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 appears to me. – [the gate shifts on its hinges, lavender stalks shrug and bend] – I’m still here.  I’m…