Today I've been experimenting with layers. Trees. Silhouettes. Winter. Paint. Bare branches. Photography.
Shades of brown and a blue. A watercolour sky. A crisp and cold winters day.
The Full Harvest Moon. Layers of transformation, expanding creative expressions, painting, photography, writing, type... The past, the present. And finding a focus for the future.
I was standing in the museum of a castle ruin, reading fascinating (no I’m not being sarcastic) and informative text on those typical museum boards, when suddenly the graffiti on the wall behind the board caught my attention. Or rather came forward to me, like a wave of text, like light, layers and layers of graffiti carved onto the stone wall. And I started to photograph the graffiti, going from room to room, floor to floor, captivated by it, following its light, and forgetting everything else... The earliest date I found was 1609, and the most recent was 2009. It was like a living memorial to all those people. I imagined each person writing their name on the wall, carving glorious moments of stolen kisses, or writing a “here I am, I exist” in the middle of an everyday experience... I wondered if people ever recalled, later on, the moment when they crafted that graffiti...
When I returned from my journey to Öland, my best friend wanted to see my photos from my trip, but I mostly have loads of photos of this graffiti from the castle... One of the images, the one below, was the starting point for this collage, and was meant to be the focal point, and yet it didn’t make it in! Somehow it just got to be too much.
I’ve got the late summer blues. I feel so melancholy to see the gradual end of summer. To see the light go. All my dreams for easy living. The fruits of a whole winter of longing. If it were March, I'd be delighted that it wasn’t until half past nine in the evening that it was getting dark. But it's August, and turning darker.
What happened? Did summer rain away? Is my memory faulty or skewed to remembering long days of work and lousy weather? Was I just not able to seize all those moments?
Wait a minute.... one of the things I love about living in Sweden is the intense difference between the seasons... The longing, the awareness, the heightened senses, the early summer fever, the winter sunsets that go on for hours and hours, the sound of snow crunching under my feet, the rich and ever-changing palette of autumn leaves. The exceptional sense of change and being in the present, and perhaps that is it, a sadness that I wasn’t quite in the present this summer...
Besides, I love rain!
Can there be layers of truth? Or layers of perception? Layers of memories?
Because in many ways this has been an astonishing summer! And still, this late summer blues...