To dwell is to feel at home in a place, wrapped in memory and feeling. The house of two rivers has been that place for us. A place to come back to, when the world no longer makes sense. In 9 months, we will bid farewell to this dwelling place. In these times, a house can become a metaphor, a series of questions and a gathering place for creative exploration. Join us for three poetic Sundays, to explore the making of a rite of passage for a house, as it transitions towards an unknowable future.
Using the river as a guide, we slid like kids down the steep escarpment, with gem stones in our pockets. The heat of the midday sun demanded that we swim. The river gurgled ~ ~ ~ ~ and spoke in tongues that we each deciphered differently.
Over the day we explored what pulls and tugs at us, what we cannot control and what we wish to have influence over – family patterns, fear of the darkness, ugliness, the great unravelling of our ecosystems. Creative practice spawned talismans in the form of a poem, a drawing, an object, and in installation.