Moving between Two Walls
A short glimpse of an exploration of the most narrow street in Stockholm. When: 12th of April 2012 Where: Mårten Trorzigs gränd, Stockholm Duration: 19.00-20.00 Participants: Amir, Chen, Dalia, Jenny, Kai, Lina-Lena, Ulrika and Vincentas
Fire in Forest Darkness
A very large dark forest. Small lights showing the way. Don´t hesitate. It´s been raining all day. Everything is vet, reflecting light and darkness. Dry bodies arriving. Moving together. Stopping together. Disappearing in darkness. Suddenly reappearing with each other. 18 feet touch uneven ground. Feeling more than seeing. Sound is a way to connect in...
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,...
Bodies Take Space
1. active, bold, close, daring, established, far away, happy, instant, juicy, kept, late, monumental, new, omnifereous, perservant, quick, rushed, strong, tight, uproarious, vibrant, wonderful, xenogeous, yearning, zealous 2. abolish, brake, curl, dive, emancipate, feel, grow, handle, impersonate, jump, kaleidoscopaling, leave, mew, nourish, omdirectional, push, quintuple, receive, support, touch, unite, vision, warm, xxx, yield, zip 3....
Expedition to the North Pole
When you aim far you will get somewhere. We set out in the evening. The harsh weather didn´t stop us, the snowy wind blew in our faces as we moved forward. We were heading north. Like so many explorers before us. Well prepared. Carrying our supply of food, no sledge dogs. Dressed in layers upon...
The Release Party
Thank you all who came. Thank you all that will come next time there is a Skälva-party. The release of the blog was a release. Relaxing and flowing. We have really dreamt about this and now it is materializing in front of our eyes and in our bodies, a lot of bodies even. So there...
Between the Lost Objects
The generation of human is like that of leaves. The wind scatters one year's leaves on the ground, but the forest burgeons and and puts out others, as the season of spring comes round. So it is with humans: one generation grows on, and another is passing away (Homeros?, 700 BC). Looking inside yourself for...
