Xyz. Studio. Bright lighting. Strong softbox. There is a rabbit in a self-made fence, clay on the ground, cold hands in front of a greenkey holding drawings, drawings, drawings. 🎥 🔴
SARAH:
I am slowly arriving. Slowly. Coming from foldable places, I I I forced myself to think about the house 🕷 I want to build. I gave it a pencil. Don’t mind drawing myself a way in. These drawings taste like small islands, honey and strawberry moon. I might call them Constructions of a Solid and Peaceful Environment. Just in case…
The drawings disappear very fast along with the rise of the sun. Attached to a rope, it's easy to hoist up this golden, very golden globe. 🌞 🐆 And while Sarah and a beautiful Octopus are putting their hands in the clay eager to start making masks of animals, a small chubby horse enters the scene.
I am a body.🔥 I am a horse. I'm rehearsing positions to perform the complex web of narratives that is lying around in this space and time. This space.
SARAH:
I am a stone . (Looking through a hole she made in a ball of clay)
VINUR:
But tell me Sarah, where did you go recently? While not being around the stage here to carry me – I was thinking it must be such a mess in the coulisse 🌍 – I couldn’t stop looking at the sea, these islands of light, wood and fabric. Waiting waiting.
