Look closely and you’ll see the birch canopy is built from glitches. Not mistakes, but a way to hold beauty and impermanence together.

In Swedish, there is a word for this feeling, vemod. Not grief, not nostalgia, but the tender ache of knowing everything we love is already moving on.

The darkness in the head gives the world its colour. I navigate the world through light and contrast rather than representation — as a red-green colourblind artist, I lean on intensity, structure, and friction to steer a dialogue between machine perfection and human shortcomings. Rather than the flawless, I look for beauty in the unstable, the broken, and the living.