Where The Sheep Sleep, Below the Surface
In our meadows, where the grass is greenest, a wild tide is rising. We’ve always been a flock that follows the beat of its own drum; wild at heart and untamed by the fences of the ‘default world’. But beneath our hooves, we feel it stirring. Living below sea level means we are already walking on the ocean floor, separated from the deep only by a thin layer of peat and clay.
What happens when that surface thins? When our spirit dives deep?
Once again, the WTSS meadows unfold in a shared place, one that remains familiar while quietly transforming into a new journey. People drift in from different directions, each carrying their own stories, moods, desires, and questions. We invite you to listen to the part of yourself that responds before it explains. It is the untamed essence that feels deeply, moves intuitively, and recognizes truth without needing permission. It is about allowing desire, care, rest, curiosity, and play to exist side by side, without judgment or performance.
Wet feet, wild hearts, deep souls
Wildness takes us into the deep.
We dive beneath the surface of everyday life to explore our edges. We live and dance below sea level in moments you pass through. The meadow becomes a nocturnal, aquatic dreamscape; a place where the grass ripples like seagrass and the night mist feels like a warm current. In this ‘Deep Meadow’ light does not erase the dark; it punctuates it. Encounters appear, intensify, and fade again, leaving impressions rather than conclusions. Here, the community is the current that holds you, while you choose your own depth and direction.
Explore what lingers beneath the surface. Between visibility and mystery, clarity and the unknown.
Enter the underwater world within. Where mystery, memory, and desire meet.
You are invited to explore what lingers beneath the surface. Between visibility and mystery. Between clarity and the unknown. Is it the bioluminescence of a hidden dream? The shipwrecks of our past loves? Or the raw, crushing pressure of our most primal desires?
This transformation is not a role to be played; it is a passage to be moved through. You arrive as you are. You roam freely. You leave carrying traces of the deep: stories in your body, salt on your skin, mud under your nails, and a quiet inner shift. A bioluminescent glow that stays lit long after the tide goes out and the night ends.
Prepare to get your feet wet, for the meadow is deep.
The currents are strong.
And our hearts are wild enough to breathe underwater.
At Where the Sheep Sleep, there are no spectators—only participants. This is a decommodified space where money doesn’t buy you entertainment or convenience. Instead, it’s up to all of us to collaborate, contribute, and co-create the magic. To participate and be part of this unique experience, everyone must have a ticket. No ticket means no entrance. Are you coming by car? Get a parking ticket, are you bringing your kids? They need a ticket too!
Picture: Jasper
Design: Norma
Copy: Sill & Koala
Theme: Koala