I’ve recently been thinking a lot about a blue piano. For some reason unknown to me, I really would like an old fashioned blue piano with a lock and an old key. I want to paint it myself and give new life to an old piano. I want herbs to grow in the windowsill and hang them upside down in the kitchen to dry. Or maybe they have to be…
be an obstacle be soft rules are weird and helpful at the same time my brain is making strategies upon how to remain soft and open i can’t make it work like that the brain strategy is not making me soft. the brain strategy results in ideas/ambitions about the ideal way to be soft and…
lump in my throat, shallow breath, racing heart after pulling down the net from my ceiling…collecting material from outside my door, where those who visited reflected. the net had become so tangled with time, it did not want to come down…leave the nest……foggy mind, sensitive skin, heightened hearing. desire to stay in my tableaux now even though I spent the morning longing to say goodbye, hungry to jump out into…
Out of the ground Into the sky I stretched out my green Darkness, cold, It has always been my mode of being. When I first did the poetic self exercise I thought my name was the illness, the darkness or the grey, but when we did it the second time all I could see was green. Growth. I had already grown. The green. A symbol, a metaphor of growth. It…
The rime I have spent being a part of the Sisters Hope performance method here at Ryslinge Højskole will forever resonate with me. I feel that I have learnt so much more about both myself and the sensuous world in general. There has definitely been a lot of lessons along the way, som of them probably lifelessons. Exploring my poetic-self is on thing i will never forget, living in sand,…
