Here’s a new piece I’ve been working on called Solidarity. It’s made of about a half dozen photos from various walls covered with a range of frayed posters, worn stickers and whatnot.
I woke up at 4:30 am feeling perky and thinking I should take advantage of the extra time before the day formally begins. Of course here in Vejbystrand, where formality is wonderfully AWOL and I periodically feel like I’m living in a twilight zone – a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity and where the collective silence is compact. No dogs barking. No scooters zipping about. No yelling. Just the wind whistling as it brushes agains barren branches or turns the corner of the house. I can’t hear the sea from here, not right now anyway. But there’s something comforting and subduing knowing it’s so close by.