flowers heather tulip a room of darkness somewhere there is noise the painting is folded loosely composed it is perishable the painting is upholstered is he just evil? a non human - a demon? think pleated feathers and the abstractions good, evil, gentleness and aggression window out the recklessness chalk bath and the dead mother wipe wipe rub rub the sediments has been left on my gloves the colour is the story firmly tightened apron – cloth oh how clean a state of increased sensitivity what I am is fed with child's mouth open mouth flower as a mouth I read aloud speak out the words butterfly bee the rhythm the language flickering breath

Christian Andersen, Copenhagen 2012