5 Quotes by Fredrik Sjöberg

Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdsong – the moths. Who can sleep? Who wants to?

Some days I tell myself that my mission is to say something about the art and sometimes the bliss of limitation. And the legibility of landscape. Other days are more dismal. As if I were queueing in the rain outside confessional literature’s nudist colony, mirrors everywhere, blue with cold.

Spiegare la rarità è un’arte, né più né meno.

Niente favorisce la concentrazione come la consapevolezza di una limitazione del tempo, e a volte anche dello spazio.

Le lacune crescono al ritmo del sapere.