watercolours and drawings
Merri creek and yarra river
pine trees
I didn’t know there was a pine forest near me when I first moved to Stockholm.
But that pine forest became my friend. A connection to a homeland on the other side of the world.
One day I was hiding under an old pine tree from the rain and I looked up and forgot where I was.
Suddenly I was in a group of pine trees on the other side of the world. I’d felt lonely and isolated until that moment. My mind could travel with those trees.
These images are about what we choose to look at even though we may be surrounded by gloominess and isolation. The trees lead you up. The lines lead you up and around. The colour and light jolts your brain alive. Sunlight. Power. The lightswitch has been turned on.
But that pine forest became my friend. A connection to a homeland on the other side of the world.
One day I was hiding under an old pine tree from the rain and I looked up and forgot where I was.
Suddenly I was in a group of pine trees on the other side of the world. I’d felt lonely and isolated until that moment. My mind could travel with those trees.
These images are about what we choose to look at even though we may be surrounded by gloominess and isolation. The trees lead you up. The lines lead you up and around. The colour and light jolts your brain alive. Sunlight. Power. The lightswitch has been turned on.