What is a mill? It's a forever turning, grinding machine. This one, run by the power of flowing water. A real place existing in the beautiful county Dalarna -where I grew up, but here depicted in a more illusive way. Situated in the middle of no-where I visited on the coldest day of a century. The ice was frozen solid even in the waterfall pushing through the mill and the impression of the place and the circumstances was a feeling of hostility and complete remoteness. I wanted to try recreating this impression in a calm but yet expressive way. By using a very monochrome palate of colours and an awkward positioning of objects in the image I feel that I leave the viewer there (where I was) in a place where all sounds have turned silent -giving room for contemplative moods and an accepted loneliness.
Acrylic on stretched canvas ready to hang.