«He is my brother»
Det gror ut av aktiviteten, av arbeidet. Det gror ut av gestikuleringene, av henvendelsene, av benevnelsene, av erklæringene, av de sammenbuntede setningene. Det gror ut av den lette berøringen, det megetsigende blikket, det avbrutte uttrykket, det langtrukne stønnets oppfangelse, samslitet. Det gror ut av latteren, av den treffende replikken, av historikken, av rytmikken. Det gror ut av tiltroen, av samværet, av den gjensidige velviljen. Det må eltes og gjæres, eltes og gjæres. Det likner mest av alt den dynamodrevne lampens skjøre tilstand. For det svekkes av arbeidets mislighold, eller slukner endelig med sviket.
Thank you to Helge Kaasin, NRK for seeing us so truly
Still there. Always there.
Perhaps they had promised too much. That day.
When mother left he couldn’t keep up any more.
He changed by not changing at all
It was never the intention to mess with the vicar
My brother is a lost Don Quijote
A lifetime ago we had the best of times
Back in my old town, hanging out with friends I used to know.
Packed and clear. But never ready.
Bad news brought them together again
There is greatness in staying behind and burying the dreams
There is summer in this second
We are islands, you are water
It ain’t easy but the deed is done - I never meant to hurt you
Now I’m here, I’m here.
The walls echo with 600 years of words, will the fighting ever end?
Loneliness just called and booked a table for her and Death.
And we'll see this through we'll see this through, we'll see this through, we'll see this through
We spoke in the darkness and agreed to return.
Drunk in the name of love
Eirik V Johnsen, Erland Ekheden & Kristian Pohl looked under the surface in Hjo in May 2018.
This is indeed a busy year, we have at least two more projects coming up, the first one with Peter Hoelstad in June 2018.