autumn | winter 2020
62 degrees North
At 62 degrees North lies a small archipelago that I call home. Treeless and bare, the windswept islands were my childhood playground. This is where I used to run and herd sheep with my grandfather and play by the ocean shore. Soft meadows and salty fresh air spellbound me and allowed me to play as freely as nature intended.
Colours reflect the landscape with wet moss green, calm seaweed, clay and soft morning rose mixed with the most magnificent red that colour the horizon at sunset on clear autumn days.