The bridge at 59°18'31.3"N 18°02'56.6”E
Being alive during the pandemic winter.
Longing for company, people, life to get started. I missed everything. My own creativity, the unexpected encounters, strangers, my existence needed it. One dark evening in the middle of October, winter was coming, I found you on a small bridge. I was lured down to the water by a friend, the instinct to keep my clothes on was strong. I took them off. There is something with water. With people in water, nakedness. You are not so well protected anymore, your attitude is ripped off, and your skin is so soft. A thin layer between you and the elements. Small talks grew deeper, big thoughts lingering between guttering lips, and strangers who hadn´t seen a lot of each other during this restricted winter opened up. Six feet apart, longing for closeness.
The cold winter was a lot warmer these mornings by the water.
All photos are from this bridge, between October to April 20/21
The exhibition. At the bridge.