AINO ALEKSANDRA JOHANSSON 

a workprocess preceding solo performance For Mnemnosyne in 2019.
I wonder around and travel slow. My father has passed, gone, I’ ve bought him a grave. A grave which will also fit me and my brother as we go. I am in Greece  and I collect cigarettestumps from the shore. I see a big dead turtle in the water and for a moment I think its human.
These shores have carried the bodies of people who didnt make it here. Travelling back I meet three women, they are refugees, they stay on a camp. I sit and talk with them as I wait for my bus. They also wait their bus. They dont know what to do - the situation seems impossible. They need money. Im now facebook friends with them and then the pandemic arrives.

In these pictures I move and exist with the clay of that seashore. 
molder, merge, emerge,

 
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