Not long ago I all of a sudden found myself with a black pen in my hand. It was moving to it’s own rhythm over the paper, as if it was listening to a beat from another world and lines started forming themselves into strange images, landscapes and beings I had no idea was living inside me. I disappear for hours on long solitary walk-abouts on the inner planes. There is no map, I don’t know where I’m going however somehow each line connects itself to another line and then another and before I know it, a tapestry of a fascinating world appears in front of me.
Today I met this interesting stranger… I don’t know who is most surprised, this one or me (probably me)
“Lion Being” March 2013
Hanne T. Fisker Photography 