
On the Movement of Feminism
What cities could be built in such a manner that we will never be told to “smile” again? For seventy five minutes the nude performers participate in a muscular, jiggly, bawdy ode to flesh and joy, fashioning a feminist fantasy where bodies can exist free from judgment and shame. "If I can't dance...

Playday in snow
If you walk in snow you leave a trace. Even if you know snow is cold you touch once again. Branches are surprisingly warm. If you fall onto them they bounce back. Laughter comes from inside. It grows outwards. Bodies move simultaneously. Eyecontact is pure joy. If you climb you see further. Bushes are...

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...

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...

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
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
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...

We are SKÄLVA
We are SKÄLVA. The swedish word skälva can be translated into the verb quiver. A motion which is small, but noticable. A quiver often happens spontanuously as a response to an emotional input. You quiver when you are scared, nervous, happy or simply freezing. It is a kind of response. Pictures by Mira Åkerman...