Lunchjam with Grown Ups
“They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun.” - Maud Hart Lovelace “Most people don't…
Double Dancing Drottninggatan
NAME Hi, my name is, my name is (What? Who?) Gettin caught up in your game When you can not say my name I wanna make you…
Decomposing Leaves
Blurry - difficult to see - difficult to understand or seprate clearly. Picture - a drawing, painting, photograph, etc - something you produce in you mind, by using…
Travelling Trio Surrounding Ersta
En text två språk. / One text two languages. For english version see below. Vänner som flyger fram fort ibland, långsamt ibland, alltid vackert. Vackert som svävande…
Crossing Roads
Introduction Korsvägen can be translated into english as The Crossing Road and triggers my curiosity just because it lives up to its name. Here people, bicycles, cars, trucks, buses and…
Evening Twilight Study
An ordinary afternoon turning into evening. A bunch of people gathering to make a move. Life running through their bodies. Life surrounding them. More to come. Runinng. Turning. If you…
SKÄLVA goes DISCO
A SKÄLVA compass for a club night 1. First - Meeting point Sit down, sink into the seats and look out into the space. What is happening? What is…
Close to Sea
This is collaboration with Lisa Fahlén, both in the event and in this post-event report. 1. Choose any date between 100AD and up to 50 years in the…
Explore Göteborg – Skansens Krona
Textiles in my face. Fringes flicker. Small steps. Reaching out. Touching. Connecting. Almost at the top. A knee to touch ground. A need to touch ground. Shapeshiffting. Borrow my shadow!…
Explore Göteborg – Brunnsparken
Göteborg what a fantastic city, picnic-friendly city views, neighbourhoods away from the city centre, time to spare, island-hopping, archipelago well worth doing, great range of services, activities available in…
Travelling Liljeholmen – Hornstull
I suddenly see the flowers. I run to them. All of us run to them. The group instantly share my joy. My joy? Is it mine? Of course not…