Secrets

2013
Spending a week with other students on a workshop in the south-west of France, there was a horse property around the corner. I chose one specific horse to visit every day until it kept calm in my presence and on the last day of our trip I realised a performance in which I told him all of my secrets. Nobody else could hear them as I whispered in german. I think the horse understood my words in another level. Also, I thought of having a horse in some lost part of France knowing all of my secrets as a beautiful, fairy-tale story.