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.
Some decades ago, I believe in 1994, I found myself in Denmark. Where people travel by bicycles. Among other things, I operated a camera. During that trip I made probably one of my all time favorite portraits, by the hand of luck more than anything else. In those days I went about with an SLR camera and a 35mm lens, sometimes a fifty, seldom something else. 90% of the time the camera was loaded with […]
Oh you old country. With your thin layers of snow, or thick, and your sharp rocks chewing on the rubber under my shoes. Your light making the contours in your landscapes dance with life, lust. You saying: “Come, be with me!” Me replying, barely audible: “Sorry, I want to but I can’t, you frighten me.”
Indriði was—or is, if he still lives—my ex’s cat, and for a period of time we were stuck with each other. I didn’t mind, on the contrary, I was quite happy to have him around. When he felt like sticking around that is. He had an ongoing flirtation with an older lady a couple of miles away who cooked fish for him, I guess her menu was more exciting than what I had to offer. […]