My year in pictures –

I have spent more time than usual taking pictures in 2016. I even treated myself to a new camera. Still I like best the images I have captured with my cell phone. And looking back I find this to be the one I like best: I like the rawness and almost threatening quality of the tree…

Fern studies

A visual diary – my visual diary – is, like any other diary, mainly a recollection of ordinary things; fragments of everyday life, normal oddities. When out and about I’m not looking for the outstanding or exceptional, but for the extraordinary within the ordinary. Like for example a fern unrolling a young frond. There are…

Into … & out of darkness

Barry Lopez says: real beauty is so deep you have to move into darkness to understand it. I sense a truth in Lopez’ words, but at the same time I must admit I’m not able to fully comprehend the meaning of his enchanting postulat. But this is what I do know: when in darkness – look for beauty, because beauty can (strange…

In Perpetual Spring

In Perpetual Spring By Amy Gerstler Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies and trip over the roots of a sweet gum tree, in search of medieval plants whose leaves, when they drop off turn into birds if they fall on land, and colored carp if they plop into…

My intention …

… was to do a little David Plowden inspired study at the plains of Jæren.   But then I came across these wonderful colourful sites, and just simply had to re-calibrate. If I had been doing art, I could probably have bent everything to my own liking … But just fooling around, I listened in…

Power to the people

I have just received this beautiful book of photographs called The American Barn, made by the American photographer David Plowden. Farm Near Peotone, 1981 For more than fifty years, photographer David Plowden has documented a vanishing America and continues to produce new exhibitions, books and other publications. I really like the way Plowden is working…

All art, of course, is intellectual …

 … but for me, all the arts, must above all be emotional — and act upon the heart. When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. — ANDREI TARKOVSKY