"Scrying a glimpse of time" Norrtalje , Sweden, 2017

The mirror, is reflecting light, is reflecting our inverted picture. In the dark you can’t see yourself and your reflected self. When the mirror is broken, there is no way to fix it back, but its shards are still reflecting multiplicity of fragmented reality. The landscape belongs to us and we belong to the landscape, when it’s devastated, it’s our picture, our reflection on the nature.

How can we deal with our broken mirrors, broken memories and devastated landscape?