Posts Tagged ‘Halsnoy Kloster’
“Miriam, where’s the road? It’s getting a bit dark.”
“Um… I’m not sure…”
Guided by a wise & spirited 11-year-old girl, along the coast of Norway’s Halsnoy Island, the four of us, travelers from four different countries, ran, jumped and slipped along the rocks last night. Miriam’s playground.
“It’s more fun if you jump!” she says as she bounces away.
Or was he tagging along with me? When you travel with a photographer, you get photographed a lot. At least, if you travel with me you do. In this case, I was in residency and exploring a new place with another photographer, Brijesh Patel.
Tomorrow morning I’m returning to to the Halsnoy Kloster in Norway for a joint exhibition with Brijesh, of the work we each did there last year. It just occurred to me to collect all the photos I had taken of him and see what that might look like as a portrait.
“The timeless communicating to the time-bound.”
This photo is part of a series that I’m editing, taken during my residency at the Halsnoy Kloster, and today it makes me think of this sentence above, by Steven Pressfield and inspired by William Blake, in The War of Art.
What do you do with yourself when you are alone?
I am alone tonight in a big house, built in 1841 with stones dating from 1300. My three-week residency has 1/3 passed and Brijesh, the other photographer in this amazing place with me, is in London today for a shoot.
Everyone asks if this place is haunted. Everyone. Honestly, I hesitate to write that “h” word. It is absolutely not. It’s such a lovely, big, warm, friendly house, but my imagination is running away with itself. Because I’m alone late at night in a house everyone thinks is haunted!
It’s not, it’s not, it’s just not.
And it’s silly, but I’ll wait until tomorrow, during the bright daylight, to go into the basement darkroom with the old stone floor, to make my prints. Even though I cut myself off from horror movies several years ago, the ones I’ve already seen are burned on my brain.
Strange, I think that’s what time I was born. Anyway.
The light was fleeting and wonderfully unpredictable on the Kloster Fjord tonight when the ferry from Liervik came through.