From above

September 2016

 

floating above clouds between two lands, from the open and ambiguous, back to the organised and ordered.

up in the sky,  writing about atmospheres and architecture, I wonder: is it to escape the straight lines, the all-too ordered landscape without questions, without doubt, that I so much yearn to capture in words what is hidden and unclear?

my land below where everything is planned, it seems to leave no space for myth.
where can we wander, where can we be surprised, is there a place where secrets hide?

 

 

Klaske Havik