The Land Unsown

Performance as part of PAS#54, 2017, Galeria Kobro, Lodz, Poland | Photos by Monika Deimling

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The sound of a dead tree, the root hitting the gallery floor. Again and again.

My upper body is covered with clay. The stomping sound continues as I walk towards the stairs and down to the audience.

The cracking sound of dry twigs.

I plant the dead tree in a heap of soil. Facing the tree I stomp a rhythm with my feet, opening my arms and legs.

A heart beat...with a shaking noise from my skirt.

I turn around, sit down on my knees and open my dark red skirt, which reveals a host of snail shells. I shake the shells in my hands and throw them on the ground towards the audience.

The rhythm of dicing. The clicking noise of the shells on the floor.

I stand up, open my hand and reveal a dead leaf. A small green sprout is breaking out of it.

I show it to the audience. A woman is tries to grab it.

I close my hand and walk away.