A friend of mine just made a quote on FB from one of todays papers. “I could read fast from an early age, but I didn´t understand anything. When I so did slow down I understood that the letters made words, that created pictures, that was put together so that they created stories that were larger than time and space”.
Quote from Stina Oscarson in DN.
Come to think of it, the images/pictures comes first. You open your baby eyes and there it is. The picture. The letters, the words and the stories comes later. So perhaps it is not so strange that today we communicate more with pictures than ever before.
“In the beginning was the word”. No, words came later. To help us describe all our images. All what we see.
What would life be without imperfection? Boring I think. It is those small pieces that not really fit, or has fallen off that makes things interesting. The not perfect. They tell the story. Flowers are beautiful when they are fresh, yes, but they are also beautiful when the water has dried out and they bow. Like with us people. Things with a patina attracts me. From the wear you can see if things were used and loved, and how much. I like reading the story in the imperfect.
I have always had an interest in sports. To do or to look at. This is my first pair of running shoes with spikes and my first pair of skates. But it is not my first pair of hockey gloves… Photography, a great way to remember.
Exhibiting is an exciting experience. Time to show your work, images, pictures to others. Perhaps after working hard for a long time in solitude. An ego boost. Personally I create with my heart, my eyes and a gut feeling. I seldom, or never, analyze. If it feels good to me, then it is good. The best thing with exhibiting, or just showing to others, is to listen to what people say about your images. Things perhaps you are not aware of yourself. That happens to me every time, and I just love it. Talking to people and listen to their opinion. What professional critics say I have trouble to understand. Perhaps we are on different ends of the creative rope? Here are three images that I remember especially. What friends told me about these images I had not thought about myself. Not even close.
Finally I would like to recommend an ongoing exhibition by Jostein Skeidsvoll at Galleri Axel in Stockholm. Open until 22/3. Adress Södermannagatan 16. Great work by a great person! Go see if you can!
The camera is a mysterious thing. How come most people smile when they see one? They smile though they know they perhaps will never see the picture. Kids and grownups. Celebrities too, until it becomes a threat to their privacy. The camera is powerful. Or should I say the photographer? Some say guns don´t kill, people do. Is it the same with cameras? When you press the button it is all up to you what you like to express. Cameras can be dangerous. The days are long gone when we thought that cameras never lied. But I guess they always have, more or less. Is a b/w image a lie about a colorful reality, or Is it just an artistic freedom to be subjective? Why is it so important to look good on a photograph? Some people will never be pleased with a pictures of them selves. Are they having problems with their self image? The selfie is an interesting phenomenon. It is not a new idea. How much of your inside would you like to show on the outside? Is beauty only skin deep and can the camera see that? Well, just some more thoughts about the, most often, black box, people put in front of their faces. Just like I do. I like that cameras can be very poetic. A good photographer is one that makes peoples inside show on the outside. But all this is just about portrait photography… There are so many other ways to use a camera.
Is there any other tool that can be used in so many various ways as the camera? A pencil?
( The camera I used to photograph these images was however too big and heavy to hold ).