VISUAL Diary

An attempt to subvert social media and stay in touch with those around me. Remember when Instagram was for sharing photos?  

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New [old] Lens

Recently picked up a converter for my old Canon FD 50mm 1.4 SSC. So far, the most difficult thing about it getting back into MF mode in my head and also my need to get some contacts again as the glasses interfere too much with my focusing. But it is really fun to play with a lens that I once carried every day for 2 years.

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Winter Moon

Taken on 27.12.23 at 12:04, this photograph illustrates well how crazy the light is here in Iceland in December. The moon was neither rising nor setting, instead hovering on the horizon and you could track the movement of earth over time as the moon travelled parallel with the mountains in the distance and slowly growing in size as it approached the mountain closer to my position on the coast. Perspective changing all the while, a perfect allegory of life.

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Summer of Green (Zine, 2023)

Where are you being thrown out?

Where is the last

memory

of

you

being

discarded?

I was asked this by a man on an island; someone from the past. It rang true as everyone is being consumed by the digital black hole that is memory. We lose more to it by the passing day. We gleefully send information into it at an alarming pace.

Think of where the last memory of you will end. Entropy? Singularity? So where are your memories being lost? They are being thrown out by something at this very second. A brain somewhere is losing the memory of your first whatever it is and it will never come back. Post it to wherever, it will disappear at some point. Only tangible things last into the future long enough to change the way the memory of you survives.

If you don't produce a single tangible thing, the memory of you dies with the last person to think of you. You end.

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