I draw a tapir on paper. It is like the text. Black on white. It lives in the rainforest. A forest which is processed into the paper it now stands on. The tapir exists on the paper. In a world of paper grey weather is drawn with pencil. The rain is drawn on with pen. Blue ink. Cobalt blue. A deep sea where an octopus swims about with the matter of the ink in a sack near the stomach.
EN VERDEN AF PAPIR
Poems and images
Jorinde & Joringel (series III) Aarhus 2011