Stockholm, to fly

Stockholm, At home, regarding a painting I made more than twenty years ago. It's called To Fly. It's about to become a man, the one you are intended to be. To take a step out into the big Unknown called Life. Now I notice that the flying subject has got no legs. And it strikes me that once you have to come down. With no legs and no feet, what about that?

Åmål, Sweden, on vacation

Åmål, Sweden, On vacation. Summer evening at the camping. The sun is on its way down and lake Vänern is quietly whispering. A glass of wine, maybe a coffee, that's all. Resting. Resting. Resting.

Paris and the End

Paris, For a long time it has been well known that the Earth is a globe. Still the conception of a flat Earth has resisted until the 16th century. When reaching the upper end of rue des Bernadins, close to Sorbonne in Quartier Latin, it's impossible to keep on walking. I start thinking of the flat Earth.

Thinking of a long, distant walk straight forward in any direction. At a certain moment the walk would come to an end. What does the end look like? An unimaginable Nothing? Or a wall like this one? Okay, here the world has its end, just to turn around and walk back. Or what about breaking the wall?