On a winter night temperature is below zero. Snow crunches under my feet. Besides an occasional car humming everything is silent around me. Street lights colour, the view with different colours than at daytime. Air feels crispy on my nose. Winter is freezing most of the smells. Scents become more delicate: cold and sensitive.

Scent of a finished work is different than when taking the photographs/pictures. Colours make me smell fragrances that have not been there. To me scents seem to behave like colours: By blending pictures from my walk I combine continuous patterns, shapes and differences between light and shadow. Colours of my work are a mixture of different colours on the path. They come from the nature and depend on the season and the colour of its light.

Eeva Karhu