Text about a performance at COSMOSCOW 2019
Becoming Stone
a deep sound is vibrating inwards towards my marrow bones
outwards to the beneath surface of my liquid skin
ripples are made visible
as I sense my water is alive in the meeting with the one who knows
a woman is dressed in the memories of the land
where elements of life are painted in
water
blood
oil
and
soil
she wears the gákti organically patterned by time
did I see
the shadows that had unfolded in us
as we sensed and smelled our belonging
through a shining silver riskú
an ancient sound arrives
from her presence that is like
what someone said
“she is like a mother stemming from
the cave. Someone we are little afraid of sometime but someone that we trust.”
... it resonates throughout the space
as stones, when she yoiks, as a mountain mourning when sunset fades out in the mid autumn
and the moon is circular today here as there, and inside us a river flooding...
as the moonlight sets
she balances the
stones above the mountain
places one on the other
and the stones may sing,
that life is different but yet not less important than the other
she dances
playfully with a hint of curious smile and she is carrying insight and wisdom from the people of the world
she initiate the guests with that of a gesture reminding us the ‘yoiking hand’
she challenges our percpetion of life in the fullest moment
she transforms our cultural habits in us and with her we open up towards the inner life of things, to the essence
I could feel that
something was new in me
something was not repeated
today is not the same day as hundreds of years ago
yet today as then the Tree is burning sacredly
turning, turning, turning
a woman is journeying to the other side
she, who had been given the invitation
to communicate
the stories was her companion on the journey
the woman carried originality to be a healer and she carried with her stones and wood as her teachers
--
By
Katarina Skår Lisa