She peeks out at us through the darkness. Letters drift through the picture. In the background is a review of the poem “These many larks” by Per Højholt (1966, Danish poet). The paradoxical of a review being just as poetic as the poetry itself. 

“It is spring! After having slept all winter I awake. The larks are arriving by the dozen! The winter now flows in ditches and graves, it disappears, the sun is shining, a car drives up and down the dodgy road, alongside the pine trees, there are splashes, it is wonderful, and now I feel refreshed”.

Acrylic, coal, and pen on wood.

Measures 29 x 40 cm / 11.4” x 15.7”