(09.2004-03.2005).

 They are fragments of moments and monsters that come back with out pre notice. Journal like and intimate flashes of memories mixed up and played with. Lack of pre thought and a reoccurring non colourless. Working in a small format 30cm-30cm and alone, I believe I am portraying what I see and can only do so by what I feel. I do not know if will ever be understood. The series of more than 150 drawings-collages are simple, full of detail and imagery that I know the significance of. I do not know if this can be portrayed into a universal dictionary. If there is such a thing. This series will never be finished but I feel done with them.

The hangings of misplacement have gotten a face, or many faces. These are doll like uncarnal figures. They are dolls- some marionettes. These live in a space of their own and tell the story of many situations. Some of misplacement others of a misunderstanding and most I don't even know anymore. A new town, a new situation and somehow so familiar. The small things that make a life time of strong memories that never leave. The details that make a city unforgettable. And the never-ending feeling of being nowhere. There are no flags no names and no defined language. Most choices are made during the working process and through white paint layered in order to hide the inappropriate. I do not know what will become of them. It is a constant dialogue and fight with images that are puked out and dealt with. These shall now inhabit a drawer of their own without a name tag for later days of laughter.

Mixed media on paper, 30 x 30 cm.