The long ride out.

There is a house on this island
where I will stay a while.

The nights are so full here
you barely even notice it.
In this darkness one could truly
perceive the expanse before ones eyes.

Postcards are being sent and received,
written in languages still unfamiliar to me.

I hang my paintings here.

Could this be the place?

'The Long Ride'
KHM Gallery
Malmö,  2017