The text excerpt from a personal essay on Art as Research
I cross lines to expand boundaries, I cross again, and rest in the in-between. Curtains fall short to my knees and I fear touching the wave of silky material that reminds me of jellyfish skin. Exhale deep, planktons move glitter. My field is water. Swarming I think I am unique. What distance from each other do we have to master to claim originality?
The force of every action causes ripples on my skin, there is nowhere else I sense the presence of my being then when I replace mass with mass. Constrained by tender matter I find my freedom. My movements for survival become a choreography of the deep, my gasp for air a spectacle of bubbles. I nourish endurance. I am invisible unless …and that is what I wonder?
Shoot on 35mm film in Oslo and one in London. Guess which?