Meet Silva, a poetic animal in excess, a savage-in-the making. In her suitcase she brings the feet and feathers of a butchered rooster. Around her wrist a bracelet hangs: spiky black plastic picked up on a North Sea beach, a polymere token transported via currents and drifts from fellow birds nesting…

It was okay for me to be in Sisters Academy, because I have learned good things. About my self, and also about how I am best at learning in my classes. When I spoke to the performers id liked it, and I though that I got something good out of…