Yoo-hoo! I’m still here: Greetings from the Abyss
I want to hear women bark
I want to hear them spit, growl, howl and talk
I want to hear the depth of their voices, their deep throats
I want to hear dark sounds from bellies and bones
I want to hear a smoky voice, full voice, deep screams and rumbling
I want to hear many women together
I want to hear their voices in unison
I want to hear a thousand women roar and scream
Their voices becoming a rumbling dark thunder
A thousand rumbling women
I want to go out into the dark
I want to leave my house and go out
I want the darkness to engulf me
I want the night to be dark, black, blue, silent and very very deep
I want my eyes to get used to the darkness
I want my eyes to be wide open
I want all the blue light of the night to fill my eyes
I want the darkness to enter my wide pupils, my retina, to pierce my skull, to enter my body through my wide open holes
I am wide open
I want to touch
I want to touch the world around me
I want to stick my finger deep into the ground
I want to pierce the layers of dirt with my hand
I want my hand to be dirty
I want the dirt to reach far up my arm
I want my whole arm deep into the soil
I want the waters and moist of the earth on my skin
I don’t want to leave any traces
I don’t want to leave any threads
I don’t want my footprints to stiffen, solidify like concrete and leave hardened wounds in the earth
I don’t want my body to dry out,
Stiffen like dead stick and leave painful stings every time you try to move
I don’t want my thoughts and ego to be swirling around like ghosts never ready to leave
I don’t want my stories to never change
I want to be a roar
I want to be a dark rumbling roar full of life
A roar that comes from deep in my throat, from the depth of my belly
A dark scream from deep inside
A rumble from a deep, moist, dark crack or cave
And there will be no echo
Part of the exhibition, I want to Belong to The Living, with Anna Hillbom and Ann-Catrin Olsson at Kunsthalle Turku.