New maruchi!!!

We would like to introduce you our new maruchi!

Welcome Susanne Irene // BeRgEn MaRuChI


This is a little story...

... about the BeRgEn MaRuChI.

... she lives on top of a hill. The newspaper declared it the steepest hill in the entire city, and she walks it every day. Sometimes really fast and sometimes almost as slow as a snail. In times like now, when it is winter, when rain is flowing from the sky on top of layers of snow, it makes some people walking the hill go Wheeee!

On top of the hill there is a long stone staircase. Then there is another stone staircase and after that three more wooden staircases that take her to her front door. It is blue and white, and when she comes this far she usually smells like wet sheep because all her clothes are made from wool.
nside of the blue and white door is a tight little hallway. It is lit by an emergency-exit-sign she made for a performance about grown up men and very, very young girls. It reminds her, in all parts of her life, that she always has a choice, and she can always just say 'no'.

er favorite shoes were a pair of brown Timberland mountain boots until they were completely worn out. But she still keeps them in her shelf, and often wear them when she takes Raccoon for walk because they fit perfectly.
Raccoon is her to-become-animal. He is a manifestation of a life-philosophy and he takes many different forms. Drawings, collages, writings or objects. But the most usual form is a full body suit with ears and a stripy tale which she takes out for a walk sometimes. Once Raccoon took a walk from her studio to the grocery store and collected smiles. He got 35,5 smiles and one wink in 30 minutes. (The half one was by a man who gave him a smiling kind of look, but did not smile with his mouth.)
One thing that the Bergen Maruchi loves most about her home is that it as no straight angles. Everything is made from wood, all walls are angled inwards and all windows are in the roof giving light from above (except when it is snow and all windows are covered with white). She loves her flat both summer and winter...


...but when the summer-sun shines in through her window and cast it's light through her spring-green curtain it DOES seem a bit more like something from a fairy-tale. In summer she can see sky and green trees through the window above her bed and sometimes imagine the green leaves as figures jumping and dancing and fighting in the wind.

In her living room, which is also her studio, you find her second companion. The dead horse. This was a journey she took when creating a performance called 'Riding a Dead Horse' with four actors. For the piece she wanted a horse's head that could be worn as a mask, so she made a plaster cast from the skinned head of a newly dead race-horse. She worked on it for hours while it got cold and ever so slowly stiffened into Rigor Mortis between her hands. The dead horse now optimistically smiles at her every day, looking quite proud with it's new princess-crown, reminding her that sometimes even dead horses can take you far if you just ride them hard enough.

Big hugs from Susanne.