Here, In My Solitude, I

There Are Moments When I Can Wander Through My Childhood's Landscape, Through Rooms Long Ago, Remember How They Were Furnished, Where The Pictures Hung On The Walls, The Way The Light Fell. It's Like A Film - Little Scraps Of A Film, Which I Set Running And Which I Can Reconstruct To The Last Detail - Except Their Smell.

I Could Always Live In My Art But Never In My Life

I Am So 100 Percent Swedish... Someone Has Said A Swede Is Like A Bottle Of Ketchup - Nothing And Nothing And Then All At Once - Splat. I Think I'm A Little Like That.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?

I Have Thus Decided To Make A Certain Film And Now Begins The Complicated And Difficult-to-master Work. To Transfer Rhythms, Moods, Atmosphere, Tensions, Sequences, Tones And Scents Into Words And Sentences In A Readable Or At Least Understandable Script. This Is Difficult But Not Impossible.