hi from quarantine
a foot, an arm – hair that draws muddy lines over my skin – the wall infront of my nose – shadows reflect my creatures – the wall next to my eye – my back breaks
my neck my horizon – it´s shrinking – skin that wrinkles
the void lays within
moments of silence I find at night – silence lays within the things – ich habe ein Mooshaar auseinander gepult, da lag Stille – in-between the grün-braun intertwined hairs of moss lays the void – looking for void – my flesh softens and melts
my ______ is a creature
ich habe da drüben eine Pflanze gesehen, flauschige Krone, grüner Apfel
(still with Maite)
Actually, I would like to share something.
I´ve been thinking a lot about moss lately.
Covering my skin with moss.
Feeling moss´s tickling fingers on my bones.
Being surrounded by moss´s green light.
Opening my eyes in moss´s void.
Hearing moss´s murmur.
Still looking for moss – – – – – – – – – –
I was thinking of what is there.
I came to the conclusion:
Thinking about it erases what is there.
I just erased a whole bunch of things
Out of my head
That were there.
That are there?
Maybe they are still there
And I just have to look for them more thoroughly?
What do you think?
We just blended a picture of your face
Into a picture of my face.
Now I feel like my cheek is actually touching your nose.
It feels funny.
An attempt at touching skin during so called physical distancing.
Let´s have a talk very soon, ja?
Sending you a hand full of moss.
We want to start our blog with creating a virtual image of the two characters that is going to unfold on this blog. Someone is making it, someone is reading it. We will never know the reality, because we are all behind a screen.
We decided to take the virtual space as a safe space to be personal but not to be private, with using narrative storytelling. Go into the uncertainty of never really knowing what’s real, what’s imagination and what our rules could be.
Through this concept, we allow ourselves to meet a stranger, without any guilt or judgement.
(by Matilde Flor Usinger)
(by Zoë Irini Lazos)