"This past winter I had a feeling of being dissolved. I immersed myself in glittering snow and naked trees, obsessively blocking out the world beyond my daily walks. With no one’s gaze upon me, the border between what was internal and what was external became vague, reflections in icy puddles were the only things looking back at me. This curious sensation from the past year informed the process behind the works in How Like a Winter Has My Absence Been."
Elisabeth Westerlund, 2021