“I have stopped painting. I stand in front of the easel, brush in hand, but my mind is blank. It is as if I have been struck by a strange kind of blindness.” — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
It's often about the simple things, isn't it? Painting and photography are first about seeing, they say. Writing is about observing. Technique is secondary. Sometimes the simple is the most difficult. — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
Memories seem to surface in no particular order, with no time attached. Yesterday can seem as distant as last year. My life now consists of fragments where some are so blinding in their intensity that they make everything else indistinguishable. It feels as if my existence was extinguished in a flash, and afterwards my universe became incomprehensible. I want to… — Linda Olsson Copy Share
“My life's memories take up space with no regard to when they happened, or to their actual time span. The memories of brief incidents… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“My life now consists of fragments where some are so blinding in their intensity that they make everything else indistinguishable. What shall I do with these glittering shards? There is no pattern; I can't make them fit. With each other, or with the whole that should be my life. It feels as if my existence was extinguished in a flash,… — Linda Olsson Copy Share
Like memories. You can make yourself believe that they have been erased. But they are there, if you look closely. If you have a… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“You can make yourself believe that someone can look into your eyes and read your mind. You can wish for it, or dread it. There is no cause for either. As long as you carry your words inside, they are safe. You are the sole keeper. But sometimes that is a terrible curse, Adam. Those unformed words take on an… — Linda Olsson Copy Share
“I think that perhaps there are no such defining moments at all. Beginnings and ends are fluid, long chains of events where some links… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“I have never talked to anyone about that night. Ever...' she said. 'And now when I listen to my own words, I realise that they tell a different story from the one I have carried all these years.' The old woman closed her eyes. 'I think that if we can find the words, and if we can find someone to… — Linda Olsson Copy Share
“Det korteste streif av ekte kjærlighet kan gi næring til et helt liv. Det må vi alltid huske.” — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“My aloneness had never bothered me; I hadn't even been aware of it. But now it overwhelmed me. The awareness washed over me with… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
Sometimes we are given exactly what we need. The precise people that you need the most come stumbling into your life. Sometimes you don't… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“Unlike film, real life rarely provides an opportunity for a retake," Ben said. "Perhaps that is why I like film so much. But I… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
