Naturen som Udgangspunkt

Fremfor at genskabe et sèt landskab på et lærred, forsøger jeg at genskabe dets essens. Hvert sekund bringer nye farver og
bevægelser og er en evig og tidløs kilde til inspiration og arbejde. Netop det tidløse har altid fascineret mig. Himlens og
vandets skiftende farver, de vidttrakte marker, den fjerne horisont – de håndgribelige ting: Skove og marker, jord, sand og
sten, alt giver mindelser om fjerne forekomster, og det uendelige i tiden. Som et tidsbillede af steder, der har inspireret mig
og sat deres spor.”

The Wanderer

The River
moved further away
in the heat of the road
shimmers of water
towards the horizon


The Candy
which they gave her at home
she would place on her tongue
to taste her own roots
and draw comfort

The World
made of a matter that never
forgets, a symmetry so exact,
fatality at the Heart
of each Thing

Ten Thousand Things

" Every fir tree, each of its needles, the movement of wind, all that I perceive and even more that I don't, all resonate with a vital hum. It is what the Chinese call the ten thousand things, all of them speaking out, saying precisely nothing. Each is its own center, the exact place where the world begins."

"To study the Buddha Way is to study the self, to study the self is to forget the self, and to forget the self is to be enlightened by the ten thousand things."

Riot of Colors

Ahead on the otherwise monotonous and flat moors lies this area, - alive with a riot of colors. Random areas of white, red, yellow, and various shades of brown overlap each other in a startling mosaic. Within the area lie several ponds and pools. The ponds are quite beautiful to behold, with a deep azure hue that gradually darkens toward the center.

There's nothing else there. That's what I liked about this landscape. Nothing to disturb you but the wind. Sometimes I miss this special place. But not that much.