”We donate our flesh to the idea” the Sister says. This sentence keeps rummaging inside me. Making my stomage crumple together. It seems so definitely to donate our flesh, my flesh to the idea. But then I tell myself that it is not just an idea. It is a hope, a dream, that we all share together. And maybe we need to donate our flesh before the dream can come…
This is it, it has begun. A new day in school. It’s not the first, it’s not the last, it is only one beginning. A break of dawn and soon there will be new days at The School, and it will unravel. Just taste those words, a new old beginning. As we start over and over and over again some starts are different. It could feel like an end, the…
Something has certainly begun. Personal depths of old and a curious imagination for the unshaped, moves in me like guests at a polite party. The sound of the clothes flapping silently in the room, the flickering of lights and the noise – and something is here, presenting itself to me. I am all eyes and ears on this party so far, I slip about in invisible corners and observe. The…
Evaluation – Notes Amalie “Tiba taler” “Som efter vild bytur = ser med nye øjne” Katrine “Ballonerne er jer = at I har været her” → “Jeg husker jer som det jeg vil gøre anderledes” Nyansat Var til åbent hus og søgte ansættelse på baggrund af det = var helt blown away af det her projekt/SA Marianne “Aktiverede kræfter der har ligget latent” Manifestation = jordskælv Crack som var nødvendigt…
The following memories were shared during the internal evaluation-meeting (18th of April) among Sisters staff. Memory_Woman Memory_Shapeshifter Memory_Sister Memory_Link Memory_Untamed // Flow
