I had a thought one night. Its not a finished thought. Not even the first time, and every time it appears like new.

It could be a doubt of all visible things. About thinking of time, and everything that has happened. To think about today, and whatever may come.

It is a magical awareness. Here I am now, my vision is almost. Almost gone, but still dripping from my heart. The rest has left my mind.

- Trude Eng

Text for my “Spirit Level” exhibition at gallery tm51, Oslo.