It’s about frozen moment and the impossibility of stopping time

I walk past the same place every day and every time it's an opportunity that won't come back.

I drown inside life itself. And in that drowning, I understand that I must swim—not merely to survive, but to live. That is when the colours rise, and the goddesses appear. They are not standing on distant pedestals; they move freely through the water. No one whispers to them what they must become—not even themselves, not anyone else. In that moment, I understand life. But the understanding slips away like a dream where every answer once existed. When I wake, the memory is gone. I no longer know what the answer was. I remember only this: it was there.

She was a poem but he couldn't read

Inspired by Spanish poet Juan Díaz Rengifo (1553–1615)

Every day, we have moments when we wait for something in solitude…

The beautiful history

National museum, Stockholm, Sweden

The beach can be an image of the inner boundary between the conscious land and the unconscious sea.

A place where emotions, memories and dreams rise to the surface.

City light

The city can become beautiful, cloaked in darkness. Colours shimmer as reflections on rain-soaked streets. People, each on their own journey, pass by— Perhaps to a party where good friends are waiting, or to a dinner with a beloved. Someone may simply be heading home to solitude, while another knows only solitude, and has no home. Everything dwells in the city’s shadows and coloured light— The city’s sensuality, its anxiety.

And here we walk, wherever we are heading.