Traveled through time with breaths and dreams. Left for nothing, killed and reborn. We're here now.

Our ancestors and those who are before us, everything is one. Small dust is left, traces of bare feet in the sand.

What are we really leaving behind?
What is left in the space?

Chipping for breath, enveloping nothing whispers. Embrace power and tenderness.
Through times and through breath, everything will start all over again.




Cyanotype on glas and textile
2019
Exhibit at Konstepidemin in Gothenburg


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