There isn't nearly enough black in it. No black, no interest. Would say sorry about that,
I remember the photo magazines and the slow pictures of running water and it was like nothing I ever saw before, water certainly didn’t look like this, and I wanted to learn how to do this, how to make images of water looking like something it isn’t. Later to realise that I much prefer water the way it is.
Perhaps it was supposed to immitate a snow flake.
I have no idea how the image of the rooftops through the trees appears to others, who might have seen it, by coincidence or not. What it might evoke, if anything. How could I? I just know that it brings back memories of one of my least elegant periods to date. Miserable is no overstatement. Some ok photographs happened though, during the misery, at least they feel right somehow. Almost as if they are tangible, […]
In 2015 my family and I visited Stykkishólmur. I took some photographs. They didn’t turn out any good but one way or the other the place stuck with me. During the time between now and then, the images have somehow confirmed what seems to be the core of my photography; to provide comments on this and that, perspectives, answers perhaps, to questions that didn’t get asked at the time, questions that hadn’t yet reached the […]
I know.. No, strike that. I have an idea about what I’m looking at. And I do wonder what you are seeing. Then there is the underlying element that if I communicate what I’m looking at it will influence what you see. And as much as I’d rather not—influence—there really isn’t any way around it, is there? In 2011 I started photographing places where people live, from afar. I called them Homes, the images. Here […]
Rjukan is one of the places in Norway where I would like to live at some point. It’s probably a fantasy, mostly. An illusion. Picture: A village, in a narrow valley, in between steep mountains, with its history and all. And the lack of sun during the winter months, and mirrors to compensate. The kind of place that could become big on Instagram? (Not that I checked, perhaps it already is). Not that this is […]
Summer light is nice, it lasts forever. In some places at least, say north of 60 degrees, it does. Not here though, not in Southernland. Not because Southernland is so far south, just enough to allow night to be night and change the summer light character quite a bit. It’s still nice, very nice in fact. The hows and the whys and that sort are not too important. Just different. By the way. It’s not […]
Although there is reason to believe that both Mona and the artist behind the work with her name are real people of flesh and blood who got up in the morning, ate breakfast and went to school, based on the information available it is not possible to say whether their paths crossed only briefly or if they ever had a relationship of some kind. If they were classmates, played in the school brass band together, […]
I used to know someone who would be present in nature while I ran around like a madman attempting to make it stick to film. Can’t rembember bothering to stop much and ask myself what it was I was trying to find, or capture. Just went on, searching, framing, adjusting, opening the shutter for just long enough to collect fragments of reality as it passed. As if I needed them in order to confirm—or excuse, […]