i’ve been dragging the chair around for the last couple of
days
and whenever i get a bit anxious, being in this crazy,
wonderful process with 5 other people
i stand on the chair and stare
sometimes i see other people stand on the chair
i leave it behind at odd places
i found the chair a few days ago
when i collected things i liked
the things turned into a room
i set the room up outside the abandoned house where i was
collecting things
an outdoors room
later on i moved the room inside another room
inside the salon
the social space for the people in the Folkshochschule
there is a library in the basement
it has mainly swedish books and a small collection of
english ones
they are all donated books
inbetween mainly not very interesting reads i found vriginia
woolf’s “a room of one’s own”
i put the book on the table in my room
i put the chair in front of it, to sit on it while reading
i liked the shape of it, it fitted
but the writing on the seat annoyed me
i didn’t know what it meant
i thought i could sandpaper it to get rid of it
the morning after i had set up my room a woman approached me
in the breakfast room
she told me she liked the room i had set up and especially
the chair
“a chair to stand on!” she said and i didn’t get it at first
my puzzled look made her explain
en stol att klivå pa, a chair to stand on
i was delighted
so now i own a chair to stand on
and while standing on it today, i looked out over the white
waves
the sea was dark today, a blueish stale grey
there was a cake in the oven, a chocolate cake
and i was wearing a t-shirt with a green heart, a heart of
green leaves
it was a windy day and i turned around to have the wind in
my back
to look at the clouds
above the round shape of the school there was a heart shaped
cloud
i stared at it until it started to change its shape
ran inside to catch the moment that had already passed
i stood at the chair once more and looked at the other
clouds and suddenly they all looked a bit like they could have been heart
shaped only minutes earlier
because it is warm and the inside is soft, it has a hood and
a big pocket in the front
so your hands can touch while they rest, while they warm up
it also has a text and a big heart printed on it
the heart has a hole in it
i guess that is why it was thrown away
but i like the hole best
it makes me think of a quote by one of my favorite writers:
Christian Bobin, The very lowly. A meditation on Francis of
Assisis.
“... love does not fill anything, not the hole you have in
your head, not the abyss that you have in your heart. Love is an absence much
more than a fullness. Love is a fullness of absence. This is, I grant you, an
incomprehensible thing. But this thing that is impossible to understand is so
very simple to live.”
and it is.
meet my new collaborators. partners in crime. inspirators,
idea providers. dance partners. meal sharers. soundboards, sparring partners.
meet therese, who shows us the sea and will take us to the
forest.
meet joakim, the mad professor.
meet judit, who makes us stroke soft fabrics and joins our
hands.
meet valeria, who moves us.
meet balint, who collects our sounds and comforts jellyfish by letting them listen
to the sounds of the waves.
they don’t fill the hole in my barcelona heart. they create
new ones, new holes, they create space. endless space.
chocolate cake with swedish cream, a sweet-sour fruit and a love soldier (from the jewellery collection by Heidi Seppälä)
chocolate cake with swedish cream, a sweet-sour fruit and a love soldier (from the jewellery collection by Heidi Seppälä)
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