The second part of the When in… triology caught me in a completely different mood than When in Mallorca, where everything was light and fun. Being on the Swedish countryside, all by myself in a cottage, made me think about time; spending it without being aware of it; like when I was 4 years old and could spend entire mornings with eating every single oat flake out of my cocoa – or watching a spider to conquer another insect. How has my life been before I was aware of time.

In the beginning I have spent hours in the house, watching the light passing by, changing details on the ceiling minute after minute. The vague feeling of missing something outside was luring around the corner, but time was of no importance. No task to fulfil, a day just for myself, with seemingly endless hours wandering through the house, exploring the outside and watching the light.