Walk, Practical Sculptures and Performance
Walking from an ancient celtic cult place across the woods to arrive in a medieval basilica with a carpet on my back, accompanied by a dog and “the man who laughs” by Victor Hugo.
What happens when you spend one week alone in the forest? What do you need to feel protected enough to sleep in an unknown environment? Does your posture change? Do you start to hear better? What are the thoughts that cross your mind? And how do you share the experience afterwards? Certainly not as you planned it.