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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…

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…

The Searcher came in search

I came here in search. I came. she came here longing, searching. She was solid She was frozen. She came she denied. She died. the heart beats and beats. i came here in search of the meaning of the heart. Heartbeat after heartbeat. Beat, beat. And after that beat another beat. the heart beats but what does it mean? i dont know what it means but i will try to…

Hmmmmm (Bumblebeeeee)

Yes, Entering the Home felt seamless, smooth and easy. But re-entering Existence on the other side: how amazing a transition! (And almost paradoxically so – if it had been anticipated as a separation, a leaving, departing.) What a celebration for my senses, to be so suddenly exposed to and wholly in touch with the natural elements again!!! Welcome, embraced, greeted, held, guided, be-gifted…… caressed by the breeze, kissed by the…

The Blind Walker

The Blind Walker takes you on a journey through the unknown. No destination. The Blind Walker has many bodies that through imagination manifest themselves in movement. Photo: Palle Schultz

Resonance, Mirror.

A new beginning. A new lunar cycle. I go onwards. Calm and serene, I had the gift of absorbing his anger and transforming it into light. To let his attacks collide with my soul and to hurl them into the vastness of nothingness. I heard my heart beating as he tried to coax the teeth out of my small-self. To crush my balance. But we hugged as we smoked the…

The Forest

A breeze flows through the canopy. A second ago, everything was still and quiet, now something is stirring. Noises everywhere, rhythmically bouncing between the trees. Is it a symphony? Is it a choreography? Every leaf has a consciousness of its own. Every flower is a poem. Someone steps into a clearing and is struck by the illuminated spiderweb hanging as if on display in the tall grass. Something is shifting,…

Bzzzzz (Bumblebeeee)

Where or what is the line between me & you? Between imagining & being? Being and doing? Or is it even a line…. Might it be a _____space_______? A [ place ] where we can linger……. play **√~~^~○⧂~* and meeeet?

The Mover

I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin. Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.Stuck to the ground and up in the air.Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.Always in movements as energy. Never stopping.