Sad Dancer is an ancient soul. In this life she was born in a family without memories. She dances slowly in circles searching for a language, a voice, a belonging. Evoking lost memories and longings. The strange boy with wrinkles in his face. The man who can not die, can they still save us? The gypsie wagon and the girl with the brides, is she dreaming our lost memories?
Sad Dancer senses our ancestors in her body, an endless nocturnal caravan of women. She feels their movements, their smells their dreams. For how long?
She feels alive at the cemetery. Where do you find your your sacred space?
The urn is the hole of the universe, the portal to emptiness. It has to remain empty, it is the only way we can save what we lost. The itinerant life is over, Sad Dancer must stay and protect it from being filled.
Collaborating with Danish Design Center on evoking change through visions – A group of international change-makers visits Sisters Hope Home to evoke their Poetic Self of a Sensuous Society and we present to them our visions for carving the path towards a more sustainable future through the sensuous and poetic.…
We were invited to manifest at the largest Scandinavian art fair Art Copenhagen. Meet us as Sisters searching for meaning and the possibility and potential of sensuous, poetic and aesthetic encounters in the white cube. We were in the cube: 19.09.2014: 16 – 18 hours 20.09.2014: 15 – 17 hours…