I have spent several nights here by myself at the house. The contrast between day and night in this place is striking. The daytime offers a breathtaking beauty, and I enjoy my time here so much, particularly in the garden. However, when night falls, fear takes hold of me, and I become incredibly tense. I try to limit my movements around the house as much as possible. There is a presence that I can feel. Initially, I thought that with each passing evening, the fear would diminish, but instead, it feels as though this entity becomes more comfortable around me. I’ve never experienced such a fear of the darkness. I want to investigate and unravel it, but I cannot undertake this exploration alone.
Everything I have experienced during the months with Sisters Performance Method feels like rituals to me now. I want to name them as individual classes, to explore and describe their transformative possibilities and manifestations within the frame of a ritual. But they are all entangled and interwoven. They come from…
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.