I surrender to everything that wants to happen in my life. The need to get out of the house, to the nature? No problem. Fate sends me a choir to conduct? Sure, why not. Hands create on their own, as if without any input from myself? Every day. And so little stories are created to be framed and hung on the wall. Saying seemingly nothing, yet much too much. I am where I am supposed to be and I do what fate gives me to do. That’s all there is to it.

“where the sun goes” – photograph and ink on paper, October, 2023