It was not my intention  To let you pay for all the dark fruit wine    ~ Yet here we are ~    Drunk on summers midnight  Circular breathing tales of     (Desire Driven)     Futures.    At the rise of the moon  Words become object like  Our distance     (Naked)          Copenhagen, Samsø, Aarhus, Reykjavik, Seyðisfjörður, 2018      35mm
       
     
 In the half shade of many moons past - her voice remains the eco in my ear.   And look how far I have come  she said,  to be back at square one.  And there was no defeat in this.  I have come home again and will continue to for the days to come. I will leave and return a thousand times. Until the push and pull becomes a dance that goes into the night - and we lose our breath laughing at all that we thought would be.   A study of light.   2017 ~ ongoing   
       
     
Love IS
       
     
BLUE
       
     
TERRAIN // TERRAIN
       
     
JUST PASSING THROUGH
       
     
THAT IS FINE AND FREE
       
     
NOURISH
       
     
SLICE