About Stefanie Elrick

I'm a professional artist, writer, events organiser and wedding planner with a background in theatre and performance.

Loren Fetterman and Stefanie Elrick launch their Second Project – KAIROS

For those of you who followed and enjoyed the Written in Skin project, Loren and Stefanie will soon embark on their second collaboration, a living art piece entitled KAIROS presenting an alternative model of time in a 10ft mechanised time piece.

Again the piece will involve live fine art, physical endurance, painting and poetry and will be showcased as a free live event at the Cornerhouse, Manchester – January 31st and the wheel will be left for exhibition on 1st Feb.

Stefanie will be strapped to the centre of one of the wheel’s concentric rotating circles. The wheel itself is designed to be an alternative clock that Loren will paint and transcribe the poetry of strangers onto as well as an elemental mandala throughout the performance piece.

We hope to see you there!

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Stefanie Elrick Discusses “Written in Skin” for Manchester University Students

On 24th October, 2014 Stefanie gave her first presentation about the Written in Skin Project to 3rd year Sociology students at Manchester University entitled : “Written in Skin – Flesh As A Feminist Language Frontier”

In it she discusses the relationship between Hélène Cixous’s theory of l’ecriture feminine, performance art and the poetic potential of pain.

You can watch this lecture on Youtube here.

Stefanie’s next project KAIROS will be held at Manchester’s Cornerhouse, 31st Jan / 1st Feb.

:: Video Footage from the Live Event ::

I want you to think about love
This little hope that’s all there’s left to feel.
A mystery invites investigation,
A centre in a world of unending unreal.

I find myself mesmerized by words,
Words on buses, and packaging, and people’s skin.
I’m confused about what I was reading and why,
In meaningless scribbles there hides a religion.


I fill the silence with perfect words,
I’m wondering without allowing conclusion.
We don’t know what is true but let’s dream the same dream,
Of silver in the warm blue sun’s diffusion.

In the darkness, our little world
Stretches no further than the tips of our duvet.
Awake in the shadows of beginnings and ends,
Are you scared? I am. We’ll be okay.

Did you hear that?
At night this ghost slips into your room.
Ripe young flesh passes through your fingertips,
A fitful vision of love in bloom.

I turned to look at you
You’re weird and you’re short and yer Mam tells me you’re gay.
My glittering friend, tender stranger
A dying planet, far, far away.

A beautiful fluency flows in your secrets
I allow my mind to follow the rhythm.
Deadly to the foolish, tender to the brave,
I looked so deeply I breathed you in.

The effects are a bit like LSD,
You’re brain processes faster and makes new connections.
Romantic shuddering now in a brighter place,
Rotting my flesh and sucking my senses.

Beneath the desert on the outskirts of sanity,
Mortality melts as I decompose.
I have fought mutation by freezing maggots
In space and silence. In silence alone.

I scan my eyes over many Medusas
Before me like carpet spread out on the floor.
You might have no business sleeping with virgins.
Why do my dreams always feel like a war?

I’ve run out of reasons to ever turn back.
The time is right now, this dark night takes hold.
Within hours I knew the secrets of the stars
That haunt and guide us, from young to old.

My adolescent longing lies demolished,
Reduced to horizontality –
I wonder if they are really asleep,
Or confronting imagined morality.

A girl in my class once told me
With such conviction, it had to be true
That if I misbehaved then Jesus would know…
He interrupts – I fall out of time with you.

Surprises unfurl their cinematic wings
Confusion reigns, frogs can fly
When you don’t make them feel self conscious about it.
Challenge what you think and why.

I want you to think about love,
This little hope that’s all there’s left to feel.
Allow your fingers to touch without purpose,
A centre in a world of unending unreal.

– May 2013 –

Thanks to Jamie Alun Price for editing the video and Dave Petty at Cornerhouse for capturing it.

:: Conclusions ::

It’s been a long and amazing process. I learnt a lot about my self, my relationship to Loren and the responses of others. I’m almost completely healed, there will be no scarring and contrary to my fears my skin is soft and supple again.

It’s true, everything we endure makes us a stronger person with a thicker skin. Love can be painful but suffering is the rite of passage that leads to deeper understanding, of yourself and the nature of your love.