Our origin is like a flower, which opens every day and closes every night. In constant motion, not the way we see motion, but how the wind whispers your hair. Cycles that melt imperceptibly into each other. We are born close, die apart, standing in the middle of life alone, then we melt inside each other once again. It started with a glance. I longed for it. I knew it would come with a breath of wind and grow into burning coal that melts all resistance. So I caught the movements, to get closer to the core.

And out of pictures, move sounds, out of sounds we merge into something new. So my friend and the wonderful multiartist Stig Fostervold created the music to my pictures. Thank you for meeting me in this creation, Stig. 

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