Time’s story

Time’s story

Scanning through my photos I suddenly have to think about Antoni Tapies. The canvas enduring gestures and left with traces of actions. The stones near where I live have endured and are shaped by time. Like the biggest artist of all, Time shapes and creates with...
First contact.

First contact.

For where I went I did not know the rituals and customs. It was a language without word or gestures. But they understood each other. They knew were to go and how to go about it. There is that strange feeling that you suddenly enter a world but you can’t speak...
Not a stone is alone

Not a stone is alone

The stones have patience. A slow wait. They change with the position of the sun, the precipitation of the rain and the breath of the wind. The Stone I am talking about was already present to me. And after me she waits patiently. She doesn’t wait for anything....
Dust tracks

Dust tracks

The strange thing about the photo is that it shows you something else than what you see. In many ways. This photo was taken without looking through the viewfinder. As I took it in a hurry and hadn’t time to lie down on the ground and take a proper picture. So I...
The identity of objects

The identity of objects

When I work on a still life photo I need an entrance. A way to get a feeling for the objects. Still life photography and painting is all about empathy. You can’t make a good still life without understanding deeply what the objects mean to you and what they...