My first question is why? I’m that kind of person who dosen’t belive in this kind of poetic stuff and to find yourself in that way. To me this is  strange and to be compleatly honest i don’t like what is going to happen on our school. I get that…

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.