Crackling histories. Fluttering shadows.

What was that?

An insect, an idea, a phantom, a friend, a monster, a memory.

Ghosts. Spectres, otherworldly manifestations.

Apparitions, animals, ancestral visitors – spirits, ghosts, ghouls.

Hallucinations, lies and truths, halflies and half-truths, fused together.

Immaterial theatre

Alluded shapes

Narratives of implication

Murky dramaturgy

What was that?

Words dancing on the rock walls – disappearing, appearing or reappearing in the billowing smoke. Curling smoke. Stinging smoke, acrid smell, sore eyes, burnt toe, thumb, strand of hair.

Transformations, translations, transmutations. Languages created in

Excerpt from “PUBLIC RETREAT on Fire” Sound Installation at Färgfabriken October 2024 the night, sizzling in the heat. By bonfire, by torch. By lamps made from hollow rocks and seashells filled with moss soaked in animal fat.

Under the open sky, in a cave, at the foot of the mountain, a forest clearing.

Raspy, dark voice, eyes alight with mirrored flames.

…Once upon a time ….And then!

…Suspended, suspense –Gesticualting hands, pointing fingers, aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAHH!

[breath like wind] and the moral of the story is….

Huddling together, we gather like we’ve always gathered. Share this gossip like we share this meal. Warmth against the cold, alerting animals of our presence, keeping insects at bay.