The nordic boomtown in transition, i roamed the streets in vage memories of Oslos 90s and current influences of images of Joachim Triers melancholic
Oslo trilogy and Espen Eichhöfers wondrous deep black well. A startling and amusing puzzle of historic and fresh traces unfolded in a few spring days. Somehow i heard an echo...“One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord – the sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood red. I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream.”(E.M.)
Oslo trilogy and Espen Eichhöfers wondrous deep black well. A startling and amusing puzzle of historic and fresh traces unfolded in a few spring days. Somehow i heard an echo...“One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord – the sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood red. I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream.”(E.M.)
