Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

GEIRANGERFJORD (WITH EYES WIDE OPEN)

GEIRANGERFJORD (WITH EYES WIDE OPEN)

Take my past and take my sins
Like an empty sail takes the wind
And heal,  heal.

Maybe it's something about roadtripping, or maybe it's just from being tired of holding it all in. But my mouth and eyes opened, as if they were tightly shut before. Honesty came spilling out, and at that moment I realised who we are, where we're from, where we go may be all sorts of imperfect fuck ups ... and that, that is absolutely fine. Because on the way we will meet people who in the same way are just like us. We will eat, drink and laugh together. Talk nonsense and even retreat into our shells. And for whatever brief moment or even while that may be... we will be exactly where we are meant to be. Young, no matter how old. Lost, even with a home. Bold, even when scared out of our bones.

SKY

SKY

ANTI

ANTI