I am a tree.
I feel roots sprawling out of my hands, feet and head
going deep down to the earth.
In the shape of energi.
Warm, kind and calm.
Heavy and safe.
Thick from the long life I’ve lived.
A life full of bad storms.
If you ask me i might tell you more
There’s a fire burning inside me.
I’ts always been there
inside my heart.
The fire is getting stronger.
Getting it’s strength from amazing souls
The need to show itself
grows stronger every day.
It might just explode.
Let me explode.
Help me explode.
Sisters Hope has been invited to a salon at the Swedish Embassy in Copehagen. The agenda is to discuss nordic cultural policies and the launching of a new think tank ‘a/nord/c’. During the evening the question of “If art and creativity make our world bigger, why are the room for…
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…