Mastering the so-it-goes.
Statues and their uncanny lifelikeness. The winter cruelty embraces a small womanly figure sitting all huddled, somewhere. She will still be sitting there when Summer comes, no more asleep in the snow, but basking in the warmth of the Faroese sunrays.
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The Northern seas in winter, frozen, glum and wild, still retain a little of the romantically warm vibes of more approachable waters. The sun of the North, ashamed of its weaknesses, brings comfort to the few winter passengers aboard the Faroese Norröna.
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Collecting faces can be a dangerous task to the camera and its holder. Sometimes a piercing glare is captured, the resentful and hostile look of the individual with a story that is not meant to be shared.
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Incorrect use of language generates monsters and leads sooner or later to unpleasant surprises. Get over it. A dead ringer is merely an exact replica, a look-a-like. Nothing to do with morbid urban legends about prematurely buried people saved by a bell in the old times.
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Two worlds: not clashing, merely apprehending one another. We look at them, detain them, study them and give our interpretation of their existence. They look at us, sometimes deliberately ignoring, sometimes opposing us. We’re not meant to be together. We chose gods and postulations over them.
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When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
From Song of Childhood
by Peter Handke
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
And, now, has just as much excitement as then,
But only when it concerns its work.
From Song of Childhood
by Peter Handke
German highways with the exhausting appeal of the monsters grown out of proportions, leading somewhere, somewhere far away, anaesthetizing sight and other senses with the vastness of the wintry landscape. How many years since the last stop? Or was it only yesterday?
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Innsbruck was the first stop in the journey that brought us from Italy to Iceland. It was a Mardi Gras, and people of all kinds were dressed in the craziest outfits – from bananas to giant rabbits costumes were sported with utter nonchalance – and roaming the streets. Despite the general strange atmosphere of controlled madness, the one that only festivities can originate in the modern Western world, in other places, remote harbors of quiet loneliness and routine, life went on as usual.
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