21 Apr 2018 | exercises in being here

To recreate (in) nature

  There was a lot of driftwood and small bright blue objects with white and transparent skeletons were scattered across the wet sand. There was so much of it, all similarly shaped, and their colour seemed so out of place that I thought they were t...

20 Apr 2018 | exercises in being here

Fairytale

He built himself a house, his foundations, his stones, his walls, his roof overhead, his chimney and smoke, his view from the window. He made himself a garden, his fence, his thyme, his earthworm, his evening dew. He cut out his bit of sky above. And h...

09 Apr 2018 | exercises in being here

The labyrinth

Tomas Tranströmer:It happens rarelythat one of us really sees the other;a person shows himself for an instantas in a photograph but clearerand in the backgroundsomething that is bigger than his shadow.He's standing full-length before a mountain.It's mo...

05 Apr 2018 | exercises in being here

Shadows

On what promised to be the first really warm and sunny day of many more to come, I found a long rainjacket that looked like it was almost new and a red woolen winterdress, neatly folded, lying next to one of the garbage containers on my regular route t...

03 Apr 2018 | exercises in being here

The first day.

It is five years since I walked through the world naked. I was in Gent, Belgium, the 3d of April 2013, staying at the house of friends who were travelling. I was enroled in a Master Programme at the Bauhaus University in Weimar. I studied Media Art &am...

01 Apr 2018 | exercises in being here

Wings

  Since the first time I thought the word “Bar” next to the name of restaurant Andorra looked like a P, I can’t read it differently and in my mind the two r’s become one. I’ve been in this small box-like place a couple of times and pass it ofte...

29 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

Old and new connections

An old story. Because the world is in turmoil, is always in turmoil and inbetween all the sad things that are happening everywhere it is important to remember that there are just as many, or maybe even more, beautiful things happening. Often it is i...

28 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

Found and lost

  The policemen with big guns on my daily route are new. I pass a van and three vigilant men when I am approaching the train station. The entrance to the park a bit further down the road is blocked completely. The Catalan Parliament building is...

26 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

The power of sound

It is only a big concrete-mixer in front of the building that is being renovated across the street. No need to feel anxious. But it sounds similar to the noise of police helicopters circling around in the area close to my home whenever the Spanish gove...

25 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

It is always time to love

Where did it go? I stayed up until 3 am to see where it went but in the moment I kept my eyes on the time in the left corner of my computer screen to see when 02:59 would change into the next hour, it had gone already. It is stored somewhere and will b...

21 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

Growth

They are so vulnerable. The leaves break off so easily. I try to be careful when I move the plants or water them but it is almost impossible to not lose some now and then. Sometimes some leaves fall behind the pot and lie there in a dark corner for ...

17 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

A day

I saw animals chasing each other in the sky late at night. A snail being followed by a dragon being followed by a bird, a big fluffy white rabbit was hovering over them. I wanted to take a photo but they had already changed. The snail had turned into a...

11 Mar 2018 | exercises in being here

Vamos!

I saw Elvis. He was running a marathon. He was wearing what looked like blue suede shoes. And his iconic white suit. He only had another 5 kilometers to go. His black hair was impeccable.Around 11.30 it was mainly single men. Small groups now and then....

16 Feb 2018 | exercises in being here

Brainwash

“The quest for a better shampoo has been the Holy Grail of hairdressing” *They appeared one day. A man installed them. Three immaculate women dressed in shiny white, their real beauty hidden under a layer of digital make-up, their hair in perfect sh...

14 Feb 2018 | exercises in being here

The heart of a city

I wasn’t raised to live in a city. I was educated by trees and birds and mud and the scent of wet leaves. I hung out at hidden corners in the forest on my own, I knew what berries to eat and what mushrooms to leave alone. In my mind there was a map of ...