Grasping at Straws

In the times when my movement is so limited, the wind travels free. Even the rare occasion of a walk through a park where I am surrounded by natural elements can feel as intense and liberating as climbing an uninhabited mountain somewhere far far north. Through my daily life I engage all my senses fully and collect everything around me. Memories and feelings triggered by momentary experiences appear as diary entries with text, drawings and photographs.

Final leporello sequence