I am standing alone on the shore, the landscape before me looks empty at first, the strong feeling of solitude grips me but in my mind I ‘am already far away. This lyrical landscape express a longing to follow the wind, as it riples over the waters suface, along the fjord towards new shores, in the process it’s chasing up mountansides to kiss new expectant faces. Pastels on cold dressed cotton paper with deckle edges. This artwork needs the protection of glass. It ships flat in a box.