a walking piece

(2005-06) Walking with Trish Littler from Vendel, Sweden to Odessa, Ukraine.


This project came out of a longing to work with the formless.


Make a line where the body is the pencil, a drawing that only exists in time.


Explore how our collective memory is recorded in the landscape,


and see our path as a way of linking places that have a strong historic charge or other symbolic value.


Reading the landscape as a story with our whole bodies rather than with eyes and mind.

Feet touching the ground , and  through intake of food and water

- the walk became a filtering of the landscape through the inside of our bodies.


Look at the concepts of time and space and how they change with the slowness of our movements.


to explore the physical relationship
between my body and its surroundings,
The idea that how my body-capsule is my meassure of what I perceive as reality.
Together with my senses I will always trust in these relationships.
Looking at how science has redefined our world so many times in the last centuries
But my inner reality is still locked into, defined in speech as in sunrise sunset.

Body defines space

Senses can only process that amount of information
Made me think that there is an illusion in progress of having more of life,

which seems to be an obssesion of these times - like a fear of living with a time limit

our culture is striving to have more life but ends up having less ?
Or the sum is contstant ?

I was interested in the thought of a memory in a landscape,
after the first weeks following forest paths,

it was a world that opened up of realizing how the contemporary man is very rarely outside of the asphalt borders,
we met the odd mushroom picker or hunter and as always the first sign of coming closer to a settled area - a jogger !

Our movements follow water

On starting out I was thrilled at the thought of spending a year outdoors,

but soon came to realize how your focus is right in front of you where you put your foot down

and how all your attention is gravitating towards a focus on your breath, 

I became mesmarizedby that rhythm,

and moved into a feeling of the hamster spinning its wheel like we were spinning the earth

- if all beings stopped will it stop spinning ?


the thought had crept up on me how in these movements through unknown land I was still stuck inside this head, 

my senses received information that my mind processed
and interpertrated and that became my experience ,

the more firm these thoughts became,

the more pointless the outward movement seemed,

and I realize that the essence of what interested me could be done in a still way,
this became the start of the sitting project.




An experiencce where you get a strong sense of the body as a vessel,

the awereness of how youfill your water bottle in place A,

and then an hour later expell it down the road.,

it becomes a feeling of filtering the land and liquid of the surroundings,

so traveling not with your eyes but with your whole body

Leaving a trail, this drawing in time made by the body,
reminded how we create our own reality,
as a walk across europe or a walk around the block ?
someone said that the word eye comes from  a hebrew word

that has the same root as the word fountain,

meaning that it is not a tool for perception but a tool for projection.