My head and my heart is, currently, filled with conflicting thoughts and feelings. At the same time as I see the strangest and maybe the most evil things happening in our world, I cannot allow the dark thoughts and feelings prevail. It’s not possible, when I meet the world in the form of nature on a spring evening.

A couple of afternoons ago a friend reminded me that scilla was in blossom in one of our nature reserves, and as that was one thing I wanted to capture and depict in one of my books, I ran off.

Walking along the hills of Grevie Backar in the golden spring sun set, smelling the spring farming and listening only to the silence and birds. I realized that what I’m currently experiencing isn’t seen as valuable to so many people. In fact believe there are so many people who are unaware of its existence and magic. This made me feel both hopeless and privileged.