CONVERSATIONS _

2019 - ongoing 

a practice based on research on how objects attain sacred properties, how materiality and intention play together and especially around how to listen and what to listen to.

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listen listen ask ask ask listen and again

The objects are handcarved clay, prepared with pigment and natural color, such as black sand, clamshell, ochre, red earth and various minerals from Melrakaslétta, Myvatn Area, Àsbyrgi, Hraunhafnartangi, Raufarhöfn, Húsavík area, Westfjords area, Eastfjords area in Iceland, hand prepared indigo from Canada, and minerals from my home mountain area in lower Franconia/ Germany. Some of them are colored in artificial water color, they are the “city-people” and they mingle.

The objects are prepared with beeswax and then taken around places during the times of the midnight sun or charged at various times every day for several ours. 

The patterns evolve and sometimes resemble flocks of birds, schools of fish, they enter a conversation though “mountain-ing”, “river-ing”, “ocean-ing”, “glacier-ing”.

I sit alongside them and listen.

The objects become recorders of the field and slowly and over time turn into containers of these wordless conversations.

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everything is everything

someone is everyone to someone

we are we

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contain me like you contain it

i wander the seams and speak to creatures who know more than me

let me know pick up the phone

an ancestor who never knew she could helps me summon whales and rain

tell me how to sing the right words and

walk gently along the

stitches of this tablecloth of grass and salt

_ I I I I _

make a vow a promise ask something in return bold and greedy

quietly begging to never become too patient but its necessary to be a good hunter reading the code they spoke about as if it were a dish and sauce

reading read read read

ask ask ask ask ask ask ask ask ask ask ask

listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen

how will we contain the sacred

will light be persuaded to melt into an earthen thing?

Agnes knew knows has known has cured herself almost from wishing for more

Initiations come at inconvenient occasions

but better say YES I hear I listen I want the light give it give it

let me see through my own eyelids my lashes the lashes that are made of clay

there´s a berry just as good as the world

_ I I I _

Agnes knows knew has known the maps of silence

fingers move across this map, touching light through clay and prayer

I wish to hear them ( word <> names <> word <> names <> word ) sing to me

truth like truth

syllable by syllable drop by drop it becomes it

Agnes knows knew has known like whales like rain she sings silently and without force she just draws the lines in powder blue and light ochre

as if moving the needle of the compass toward belonging to a wider frame