The world is now so strange, that I can’t get it into my head.
Our Land – Bright Humility
In the evening
When I stepped out this morning,
I usually watch the stars
it was as if the spring had climped up to my nose.
Projects
Philosophy of Wealth
Rooms Hidden by the Water
An Agreement in Havana
Kitchen Talks
The Street
Travels under the earth
A Market
Private Museum in the Louvre
Innocent Shores
Unspoken Destinies
Po More
Our Land – Bright Humility
Jesus stands on
the Swedish side
Eyes burned by the coconut
Ballad of Lapland
Sweet Song of Harlem
A Voice without letters
Warm Solitude
