Somewhere at the bottom of the sea, there must be water that sank from the surface during ‘Little Ice Age’ three centuries ago… The ocean remembers.
- Robert Kandel

Vi er kapsler, fylt av vann, innkapslet av hud. Ut av deg renner væsker ned i underjordiske kanaler, videre i havet som noen bader i, som isfjell velter ut i, som vi fisker i, samler salt fra, dyrker tang i, dumper avfall i, som rommer en parallell virkelighet, vann som fordamper og regner ned, som vi drikker, som blir nytt spytt, nytt blod, nye kroppsvæsker som vi deler, frivillig ufrivillig, informasjon om oss, vårt dna, vår kollektive historie lagres i dypet.
Hvor slutter du, hvor begynner havet?

“.... It seemed to be telling me that there are secrets, ways of being in the universe such that only the divine feminine can reveal. After that night, I began to “see” her everywhere, almost as if she were pursuing me. I went about my normal existence, which was highly scheduled and mostly work centered. But every now and then, “she” would show up. Once as a palpable presence who seemed to hover in the air next to me, emanating soft waves of, yes, maternal tenderness. More often, I
would sense her as a subtle sensation of luminosity that would infuse the air, or as an inner feeling of joy, or a sensation of being surrounded by a soft, embracing awareness.

One effect of all this was to make me fall in love with the natural world. My new awareness of the Goddess spilled over as a new awareness of trees and landscapes, so that what had seemed matter of fact and dull now began to vibrate with sentience. I would find myself staring up at a tree as if it
were a lover, or looking out over a landscape with a feeling that it was alive and breath-ing. I began
to practice a meditation where I imagined that the trees and the air were “seeing” me, and when I did that, the borders of my skin-encapsulatedsense of self would soften, and I would “know” that the world and I were part of the same fabric. Goddess awareness literally put me in touch with something that felt like the soul in the physical world.  As others have before me, I intuited that we are in a time when Sati will definitively take her place in the world once more.

So where is the Goddess? The story of Sati’s disappearance tells a mythic version of a historical processthat kept the Goddess underground for several millennia. We know from Marija Gimbutas’ archaeological studies that many Neolithic cultures in Europe an in the Indian subcontinent worshipped a mother goddess, and that the wor-ship of the feminine was displaced in the Bronze Age, especially in Europe and Asia Minor. In Celtic lore, there’s a story about a culture that lived in Ireland before the warrior tribes arrived. It’s said that when their land was invaded, these folk—goddess worshippers, artisans, and craftspeople—dressed in their finest costumes and arrayed themselves in battle to meet the invading tribes. Then, when the opposing warriors rode down on them, these beings “turned sideways into the light” and disappeared. Legend says that they entered into the cracks between the visible and invisible worlds, where it is thought that they still reside, in what is called the land of faery.”

- Sally Kempton

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Imellom /Blue borders handler om menneskers behov for å avgrense, naturen i møte med disse grensene og et møte mellom en kunststudent og en flyktning i Moria; mellom to 20-åringer født to ulike steder i verden.

Imellom/Blue borders utforsker hva en grense er. Fra det helt nære - grenser mellom to elementer som vann og luft- til grenser mellom oss mennesker, gjerdet mellom deg og naboen din, landegrenser, grensene mellom ”oss” og ”dem”. Prosjektet stiller spørsmål ved menneskers behov for å avgrense og systematisere, og naturens evne til å bryter igjennom disse grensene. På sett og vis kan man se for seg at landegrensene fungerer noe likt. Uansett hvor hardt Europa og USA med sine stadig strengere innvandringspolitikk prøver å regulere og vokte grensene vil naturen, her menneskene, prøve å finne en vei.

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