The surface is fragile; blubb blubb!
We could easily slip into this liquid territory of our primeval land.
Think of ancestors, think of death, think of birth.
Whenever we try to neglect primitive matter, it’s a sign that we are in the midst of it.
We build sharp walls from concrete, steel and glass in order to forget.
Let’s travel into our body, veins, and organs filled with liquids, pumping, pumping, pumping it up.
This cream is also a healing cream, mother’s womb, milk, juice, coke; blubb blubb!
The things that literally leave our holy body besides words and thoughts; think about it!
The skin that divides us from liquids is permeable. This rhythm has been given to us.
Created by Ulu Braun.