The feeling of not being able to stop thinking and just having the head fill up more and more with thoughts feels a bit like dragging oneself through a vast garbage dump. One only has a very faint reminiscence of some kind of rootedness. The mother earth is very far away. But it is firmly grown to the body and it is there!
Where do Parallel Worlds Meet?, 2011
Oil on linnen canvas, 6 x 8ft