In my work we often see women who have walked to the ends of the world together.
There they are now building a new life for themselves with their environment.
They all know that they have already left one (or many) behind.
Even if one of the women lives alone on a piece of fabric, they all belong together.
Whether I actually mean different people by that, or different species or maybe even myself in the diversity and inconsistency of my character, is actually not that important.
It’s about the encounter with – in each other, to oneself and our surroundings – it’s about encounters quite fundamentally, together.