Almas Wonderland

I hang small colorful objects made from old clothes on an abandoned netless basketball hoop in the garden on the site of Haglund Skola, a former school.
Visitors are asked to choose one, cut it off and bring it to the installation Alma's Wonderland.
There they tie it to purple-colored strips of fabric that hang randomly in the landscape. When all the pieces are fixed in the installation, I connect my hair to the other end of the ribbons of these "objects" .
So I wait for the return of the guests, who now experience other performances. Sakiko Yamaoka stand as a ghost in the bushes.
Back in the installation, the visitors get a pair of scissors with which they can cut off their previously selected "object". Cutting off each piece gradually frees me from the installation.
The children, however, invent a new game with the objects attached to the ribbons.

The installation Almas Wunderland generates a path for the visitors, on which they can discover new things on all twists and turns. The landscape embedded in nature looks as if it was a formerly inhabited but now abandoned area that nature has recaptured (more under Almas Wonderland installation).
The intervention of the visitors allows the visitors to participate in the design of the place.
In order to get to the place, where I am seated, they themselves have to penetrate deep into the terrain and cross past all interventions. I am no longer present as a person, but as part of nature. On the one hand, the textile structures are colorful, human-made objects, on the other hand, they will lose their color strength over the years due to wind and weather and slowly dissolve.
The life of a human being, represented by my body in the installation, is finite and nothing compared to the millions of years that our planet has had behind and will have before it.  The influence of human interventions on nature may seem threatening, in the end it is only threatening for humanity, that reduces the living space, which necessary for its own survival. However, nature will always be there. Even the traces we will leave behind are fleeting.