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.

It was probably one of the most interesting days I’ve had in awhile. Although the Sisters Academy was very far out there and I still don’t fully grasp the idea I’m very interested in it. I am planning to take at least a 24 hour class to explore the idea…