In my work we often see groups of women who have walked to the ends of the world together. There they are now building a new life for themselves 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 with - in each other, to oneself and our surroundings - it's about encounters quite fundamentally, together.