fredag 30. januar 2015

THE MAKING OF PORTRAITS



Hungarian model, Merse Molnar. 


P O R T R A I T S

I've never really had the guts to try to do portraits.
I suppose I never thought I would be able to
capture a persons characteristics in a meaningful 
way. But here I dived into unknown territory 
and gave it a try as my first proper portrait.

I've also thought about what the differences between a
photographic portrait and hand crafted portraits like
painted or drawn ones. I suppose it all comes down to
the artist himself. Perhaps the photographer are simply
intrigued by the person's natural features and qualities. 
But sometimes the artist want to make use of the
artistery, and go beyond the limits of what's 
portrayed as something purely realistic. 

I chose this picture particularly because of the look
he expresses with his eyes is something quite
seductive, yet suspicious or dark. So with the
power of a pencil I wanted to make that
more visible. Reveal a part of his subconsciousness,
that couldn't be exposed in the same way 
through a photograph. 


And perhaps that might raise some
questions for the person portrayed himself?




tirsdag 27. januar 2015

ON THE ROAD






where do you feel at home
where do you feel you belong?
maybe you're still on the road
searching
with a sense of loss
perhaps thats where
your soul belongs

on the road 
constantly changing
new faces and discoveries 
around every corner

like a ghost
rushing through
no one who knows you
no attachments
no strings to pull
you back

just you and your 
self
on the road
all the way
until you're old

that's when you'll see
things are not what they seem
cause all the faces you've seen
still holds you

in their dreams





- poem written by me,






mandag 26. januar 2015

FAR AWAY








How can you be so close
yet so far away ?


Sometimes there are certain people you want to 
connect with, but you never seem to reach them.
It seems to be an endless game, cause whatever you do,
they will never acknowledge you, they will never really see you.
You're invisible dust, blowing against the wind.

But the eyes has a way of betraying
Cause you never really know,

do you?




- Picture is a still from a video 
I made a while ago.