The author Hans Gunnarsson asked me a few years ago if he could use a number of my paintings as a starting point for a collection of short stories. We grew up on the same street, Tunnlandsvägen, in Finspång. Time stands still there, most things are still the same. Probably both he and I have been impregnated by the dewy silence right on the outskirts, where society ends and nature takes over.
Curious and a little greedy, I started reading the finished short stories. They turned out to be extremely violent without exception. The book is permeated by brutal and in most cases deadly violence. I did not recognize myself, but it may be time for me to re-read my own world of images and motifs.
- Martin Wickström