A room
“A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.”
(Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (XXIV)
“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.”
(Ida Løkås)
My dear Harbour
“Rising from the past, my shadow
Is running in silence to meet me.”
(Anna Akhmatova)
-to J.H.B.-
I’m chasing the wonder
“Just like the seed
I don’t know where to go
Through dirt and shadow, I grow
I’m reaching light through the struggle
Just like the seed
I’m chasing the wonder
I unravel myself
All in slow motion”…
(Aurora Aksnes, The Seed)
My whole sky
“At the skin, my blood calls out to
your heart, my whole sky craves
an island of tenderness.
My rivers tilt towards you.”
(Marina Tsvetaeva, Selected Poems)
By the sea IV
“So on a summer’s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying “that is all” more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking.”
(Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway)
Without you
“I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.”
(Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter)
Visual Artist
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
