My grandmother was 100 years old when she died, soon after that my child was born. The feeling that death is replaced with life became palpable. Got me thinking about how we float like a delta. Some branches continue, some stops.
I’m looking for imprints that depict the presence of an absence. The things we bring with us and the things we leave behind when we die. I have photographed objects and paths that have a sense of rituals. Rituals and traditions are inherited, and we teach our children them. I have looked for imprint that indicating that life is about to break through, and where the end of a life makes itself felt.
I want to show everyday situations that are enshrouded in an awareness of death. I have followed childbirth and death in my own family and others I have met during the last years. It’s not about individuals or places without fragmentary images to illustrate the feeling that everyone is part of a root system and the images are symbols of an involvement. I like when things happen or have happened outside the image. Impressions in the image showing the presence of an absence. Tracks in the picture show an earlier event but leave a mystery over it. With a subtle language where what’s happening is beneath the surface. As surface tension ready to crack or get stuck in a glass cup. Questions that may not have answers. This is a series about time, trying to photograph time.