This series is part of my new photogram project "Now it is beautiful". One out of eleven or maybe twelve series. Also including texts (se below). It is a very personal work around archetypes and family secrets in an attempt to find reconciliation.
Near the green lake, there is a little pool. Two bodies of water in a single forest. You are my vessels, my source. My body follows your stream underground to the common vein: all the waters of the Earth.
The pool was hard to find. My steps faltered in the darkness of the summer night. The silence and shadows scared me. I sat down at the water’s edge, and waited. Then came the dawn. A buzz of insects as if from nowhere: flies, mosquitoes, dragonflies and water fleas. And water striders, not swimming but running on the surface of the water – everywhere, they were. And the birds began to sing, newly awakened like the insects and the sun.
The green lake still shines. But the pool has been deprived of its accompanying firs and ferns. It now lies grey and unprotected in the clearing, like a scene from a mass for the dead.
I have always felt safer in man-made nature: parks, planted beds and garden paths. But I know that it is the forest, the dragonflies and the moisture in the earth that we are part of. We are plankton and seaweed.
We all carry within us the traces of every person ever to have existed. Family ties cannot be dissolved, only transformed.
Even now, there are relatives sitting near your lakes and pools, drinking coffee an
