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Life in Death
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Photographs can have magical story-telling
quality, especially when they are introduced in an inviting way, and then,
when they flow, in conversation with one another, allowing us to fill
in the gaps and build a whole personal narrative within our own imaginations.
That is the kind of magic that captured me when I picked up “Life
in Death”, a photobook by Eva Persson.
Death is a village in Finland. I saw it for the first
time during a working trip through the back window of the taxi I was in.
As the taxi driver drove into the courtyard of a small shop and exclaimed,
“Welcome to Death!” I thought to myself: only in Finland can
a village be called Death (in Finnish, Kuolema). For me, it’s
this relationship to death that separates the Swedes from the Finns. In
Finland, you are born, then comes a long period of suffering, and then
you die. In Sweden, you are born, everything is Jätte bra! (very
good) and then you disappear. Like to Spain.
© Eva Persson
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