Drawings from a student
A student has documented her journey through Sisters Academy #6 – The Boarding School at Den Frie in drawings and was so kind to share them with us. See them here.
Author: Staff, Sisters Academy
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my fingers, crawling forward out of the hand like melty worms show me where to put them I come with the tide leaving everything behind walls of the apartment confined spaces my own space the spaces of my body inside out look at my tongue, my throat, it’s red as the interior of shops on valelentines day love blinking heart-shaped lights Close your eyes my language thick with meditations now…
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shyness and shame freezes me. this place that made me feel so strongly connected and wondrous is now an open doorway ahead of me. i am very excited and very afraid. what am i dong? all i know is that i am EXTREMELY sensous and curious. and i long.. i want to stop waiting for the future. i want to engage the senses in a world in which the sense…
libertad //freedom
Are we condamned, us living in the present, to never experiment autonomy, to never live, not even for a moment, in a planet regulated only by freedom? Are we able to live in the present, do we have other options then being nostalgic about the past or nostalgic about the future? Do we have to wait for the all world to be liberated from political control before at least one…
Expanding. . .
Closing my eyes and drifting off into the dream of myself I considered carefully my potential body, its posture, flesh and gaze. Sister said: Your poetic self is all about expansion, and yes, I agree, but I also feel it is as much about exclusion. Exclusion of the debris that keeps my heart from reaching its tentacles into the world, to other hearts. Or is it the other way around?…
