“places are congealed scenes for remembered contents; and as such they serve to situate what we remember.” (Casey, Remembering, 2000, 401)
It all began with a photograph. Reminding me of a certain time and of certain people. Of a certain place.
Föra Socken, Öland. Having returned to this place once a year for as long as I can remember, there is something comforting in the scenery's indifference to the changes that have taken place in my life. In the knowledge that the waves continue their tireless shaping of the stones even in my absence. That the wind continues to tear at the branches of the few trees that have taken root here, regardless of my presence. It’s an ongoing process. One that speaks of history and timelessness at the very same time. One that reflects on the link between generations.
A selection of spreads from the book In Our Wake.
A story about time passing, childhood, generations, memories and dreams. The things we leave behind and the things we pass on.
2017-2018
A selection of spreads from the book Body Electric.
A musical journey in search of a long lost identity.
2016-2019