Charcoal sketch from 1997, added texture in photoshop.
These Korona days gives us all more time at home. I spent a good part of easter this year Marie Kondoing my wardrobe and art room. In this process I came across my old portfolio from highschool, in good old slide format. I spent the best part of a day trying to scan them, but it seems I have to buy an expensive scanner software to be able to scan slides. Thus I went for the cheap option: holding them up against the bathroom light and taking a photograph. The quality is therefore not amazing.
I still get a feel for these works i was once so proud of that I sent them to an art school in England, where they landed me a study place, and my life took a whole new direction from which i can stil feel the echos. Emerging from the depths of my drawers they see light for the first time since 1997, when I was 19, not yet having experienced any of the events that has shaped me, as I sit here reminiscing, almost 42 (wtf, when did that happen!!) years old. 23 years separates the time I carefully photographed these artworks and one by one, added them into slides and sent them to England. That’s about 8000 days. Imagine if I had a photo for each of those days. I wonder if I could then get a glimpse of Ole Paus songs “Det begynne å ligne et liv dette her“: “This is starting to look like a life”.
Photographing my slides back lit with the bathroom light.