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Lunchjam with Grown Ups

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 grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is...
Double Dancing Drottninggatan

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 holler And hear you scream my name (scream my name)   Wanna copy me and do exactly as I did?   Oh, na, na, what's...
Decomposing Leaves

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 imagination or memory To Document  –  to record the details of an event, a process, etc An Improvisation   – a performance that an actor, muscian,...
Travelling Trio Surrounding Ersta

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 papper, störtar snabbt nerför trappan. Vrååålet störtar med, andningen störtar med, kroppen störtar med. Kroppen är inte en utan flera, en, två, tre kroppar reser...
Crossing Roads

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 tram are constantly blocking the flow for each other. I see it as a metaphor and core structure of a city. It includes both the...
Evening Twilight Study

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 body does that mine do this. Stopping. Listening. If your arm go there mine go here. Unity. In connection. Words not necessary. Exploration number: 054...
SKÄLVA goes DISCO

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 not happening? Be silent, look at the facial expressions in the room.   On the way to the next place Packing up. Trying an other...
Close to Sea

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 future and access tide predictions  for 7 or 14 days at a time. So you give it one more try to wave goodbye, wave goodbye....
Explore Göteborg - Skansens Krona

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! Mark. Conquer. Dissolve. Appreciating strength. Focused turning. Stay put. Be motion. Relax. Possibilities with canons. One more step. Leaning into or standing on your own....
Explore Göteborg - Brunnsparken

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 the city,  adventurous fika folk,  a café dedicated to help the city brush up on its language skills, right in the heart of Scandinavia, shops...
On Asphalt

On Asphalt

Carrot, spinach and blueberry. As we wished to be alive.                                 Where did the carrot go?   So we tagged along to see what was happening. Even the tree danced with us. We talked for forty five minutes and got...
Travelling Liljeholmen - Hornstull

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 – it is our joy. We are connected. We dip our noses deep into the scent of flowers. We lean on their concrete pots and...