There are those moments and encounters with the world, when the visual world turns into music, a hymn, a sonata in G minor, an epic choral with bells and fanfares… or just a self-forgotten hummed love song.
And sometimes it feels like there is a process of synesthesia between such a tune and the impressionistic work of Monet, Pissarro, Renoir, Cézanne…
I truly love to sit or stand still in those moments and dive deeply into such scenes. Do you?
Come in… feel at home.
When your step is the loudest sound in your world, then you must be someplace like Donsö, along the stony coast. Climbing over endless variations of beautifully shaped rocks, the tender wind caressing the face, engulfed by the salty smell of the sea… and immersed in silence. So healing to the busy soul…
And there is endless flow: in the water, the clouds, the rock… just go with the flow and become endless.
There’s more than just blue at the sea… this scene seems to be like a metaphor for passionate growth. And it’s happening just around the corner. Everyday. Everywhere.