Lydia Krantz

What is that creeping? Is it the restless feeling in my body of something that has to be done? My thoughts swarm, there’s a buzzing in my mind, but nothing happens.
I try to be like the ant – working hard and always in motion. Instinctively, I collect and build up my hill, from wool and yarn scraps that I find. The hill grows and where the ants teem about, thoughts and action also burst forth.
In my degree project, I explore the doing body, with the ant as metaphor.