THE SPIRIT OF THE LAND

I was not born on this continent.
But this is what I fell in love with when setting my feet first on it's ground.
I could say simply Afrique, mon Afrique. And I go to capture that first time feeling from time to time to keep my mind free and open.

The vast slopes that open up your soul.
You cannot look at them and feel nothing.
It' is impossible to feel nothing when looking at African landsacpes.
This is the origin of everything.

African grass has fascinated me ever since.
Shimmering golden in the evening sun as the hair of a beautiful Northern princess in an old fairy tale from my country.

Colors no-one can really capture.

And Eternity. Closeness to the universe