In my work we often see groups of women who have walked to the ends of the world together. There they are building a new life for themselves and with their environment. They all know that they have already left one (or many) behind. Even if one of the women lives alone on a piece of fabric, they all belong together. Whether I actually mean different people by that, or myself in the diversity and inconsistency of my character, is actually not that important. It’s about the encounter in each other, to oneself and our surroundings
In my work we often see groups of women who have walked to the ends of the world together. There they are building a new life for themselves and with their environment. They all know that they have already left one (or many) behind. Even if one of the women lives alone on a piece of fabric, they all belong together. Whether I actually mean different people by that, or myself in the diversity and inconsistency of my character, is actually not that important. It’s about the encounter in each other, to oneself and our surroundings