‎...words measure distances between our hidden...and invent perspectives...and evoke a passionate quest for finding out the truths...yet they live behind ANOTHER...A NOT HER...AN OTHER.

just a thought

‎...thin line between sense nonsense and no sense...feels like thinking is suspending but gravity can not be ignored...at least not for long...

My face sheltering between my hands

i dream of running through a forest

my clothes shed gently

like the tears trying to undress the eyes

stroked by branches

layer after layer i give in

my feet get black as i gently wake up worms

i stomp and soften through my fear

my skin

u n fo ld in g

i run and jump until my tissues turn inside out

i hug a tree and feel it for the first time.

(photo by anjajune)

...besede pa oddaljujejo, zamotavajo in kjer dva nista eno v srcu, kjer je vsaj enemu daleč od oči, daleč od srca, se zgodbe ne iztekajo v vonj orhidej (bi rekel jičing)...

steve paxton

lullaby for myself (work in progress, first experiment)

My body is echoing. An empty corridor. Every wall is a hand, every bump is a nose, eyes, mouth...Ceramic tiles put together as a map of their memory, a memory of him and her. Every word is a piece in a mosaic of life’s nonsenses. The universe is waiting...and so are my hands. I am touching things that will be left behind after I am gone.

Bones and stairs, the flesh is a part of only “now”...
Dust and ants, inside my body fragments of juices. The soil is drawing me towards her while I, with the last breath, push away the eternity and pull myself towards you.
Through, up...I journey to the navel and the letter still did not arrive.
No desire, only iron fence...
But when the wind blows, I stand alone. When I catch the sun, I stand alone. Like that I am undefeatable. When I stand alone.

form: an improvised personal tango
task: dancing a tango for/with the invisible partner, speed writing after shooting

idea: Jasmina Krizaj

words & body: Anja Bornsek

my after summer close-ups

..i have a stone taken from the sea, memories of a sunset and a warm wind over the pine tree forest. I have a vivid picture of an ant crawling into the crack of the read soil where i walk and where little olive trees face the waves. I have here, with all the memories until now and i have a mind that is playing its own game with all of them. There is a sense of a contradictory density, like when you float in the sea with your ears in the water hearing the density and feeling the lightness..my memories are those sounds and i am searching for the silence.

(photo by Gregory Colbert)