hvordan hun samler regnorme op med forsigtige bevægelser. hvordan de vrider sig om hendes fingre. hvordan hun redder biller fra vindueskarme, myrer fra madpakker. hvor langt hun kan kaste en ferskensten. hun elsker alle der spiser og alle der spises lige højt, herhjemme svinger kraner i slow motion gennem udsigtenman er sultenman er en skabning
writings
From studies
07.27.2020
—to carry their whisper
07.24.2020
—yes. the roses smell like happiness and sorrow or maybe that’s all i am smelling —very soft, i would like to try a yellow too
07.10.2020
— what is your home
06.24.2020
— vi taler om naturen
04.01.2020
—still, this sweetest fragrance of an undisturbed spring
02.27.2020
many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…
02.14.2020
imbolc in the night of imbolc. the sailor shows herself her eyes are yes and shinning petals saying: what are your obstacles and what do they look like what is our work and what will come (out) of it
01.21.2020
light as milk: the light is soft and fractal like dreaming; a cave-opening in sandstone formation darkness emanates and fill the air as light reach you, pass through you and snow falls as choruses
01.20.2020
light as milk: the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat animal hauls are wild and fill the air as light these are the real beings and we are solely alive to hear their hauling and reply
