1991 – 1995 Finnish speaking minority in Sweden, Torne River Valley.

The world is now so strange, that I can’t get it into my head.

In the evening
I usually watch the stars

When I stepped out this morning,
it was as if the spring had climped up to my nose.


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

Archeology of Harlem

A Voice without letters

Warm Solitude

Exhibitions in spaces