Lise where is my mind

A noice coming from something personal, currently going on in my life, combined with external noise — the worry for us — the immigration crises, the walls and divisions, right wings growing in correlataion to the increasing people in need… I translate the chaos of thoughts, worry, sadness and sometimes anger and despair into lines made by thin silk threads. I work when the feeling arises, in my «diary», which also consists of single papers I have prepared with dyes or bleached.

I work until the sense of chaos is released and my thoughts somewhat sorted. I am interested in seeing the same «personal line language» enlarged and expressed sculpturally, such as on a 40 m2 textile, made up of used sails and flags.

A physical hard and slow task, that I have just started on. More images will come as the project develops. Sign In Register. Album: French Indie Pop, Vol. With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and then spin it, yeah Your head will collapse But there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water Swimming I was swimming in the Caribbean Animals were hiding behind the rock Except the little fish He bumped into me, I swear Tryin' to talk to me, to me, to me.

Way out in the water Swimming Oh With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and then spin it, yeah Your head will collapse If there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Way out in the water See it Swimmin' Oh. Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.

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