Without words by making an image. Stitching time, fusing our bodies to a specific environment. In Malmö we will share in a stitching conversations in the Boarding school. Our poetic self is a joint body, we are a translator to words.

Once upon a time The Translator, in the darkness, bade us ask ‘Hello heart! How are you?’ and Dog understood. And our heart replies these days: i am still aching healed, yes, longing, true stillness was the key tears to soothe sorrows gratitude to breathe -Dog