How a portal comes to be

I photograph a lot. Wherever I go, I bring my camera.

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Sometimes I get a particular feeling — and then I know there is an image that wants to speak to me. I listen. I set aside all thoughts of composition, technique and settings. Much of that lives in my spine by now, but it doesn't matter in that moment. In that moment, it is the inner voice I follow. The one that connects everything around me.

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I often take many photographs, but I already know which one it was before I get home. It´s felt in that moment.

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During editing, I let the image guide how it wants to be seen. Not the rules of art — the voice. Then I print it in a large format and let it rest in front of me. I sit with it. Feel into what it wants for me, and what it might want for everyone who meets it.

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Together, we seal a small sigil about which codes it feels called to hold. That frequency of remembrance it carries unshakeably — a broad spectrum, but with one tone that sounds a little stronger.

Then I let it meet the one who recognises it.