Skå Vi ga Hjem?

This work is the visualisation of a poem I wrote about the ritual of closing my eyes while biking or walking.

One, two, three, four, five.
I feel like I can go on,
for a little bit longer.

Six.
I don’t know when it started,
but I remember where.

Seven,eight.
I’m pretty sure I was tipsy
and that it was late at night.

Nine,ten,eleven.
Like that time in Amanger beach.
Do you remember?

Twelve.
Moving forward in the dark is..
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen..
Okay, I should probably stop now.