I fear the wind sometimes when I launch my kite, because I know how it can blow me out like a candle. I experienced it many years ago, when I went sailing alone for the first time and the boat capsized. I was seven years old and had sailed three meters. For a long time I would only “sail” when there was no wind and bring my younger siblings with me. I told them it was for the company, although I knew it was out of fear. If I was to go down, they would go down with me.
The first time I held a kite, during kite-lessons, I got dragged far away in a storm. I panicked and strangely enough, it was as if I was more afraid of loosing the kite then my own life, so I was hanging on to it like it would save me. I was unable to react before the instructor yelled to let go of it, and so I did. I quickly learned how the dragon flies and needless to say, I stay home during storms.
To me, photography has a lot in common with sport-activities. Being good at it, demands hours of practice and dedication. Combining kiting and photography on the other hand, means challenging my vulnerability whilst chasing the light. I forget about fear and frozen hands when I`m looking through the lens, although I do feel the pain of cold fingers heating up in the glove. Out there, many will see me fall even though I`m standing still. That`s just because I´m trying to take a picture, forgetting I`m attached to the kite.
Edition of 8 + 2
Print on aluminium - 100x112 cm
Digital type C print on paper - 40x50 cm
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Print on aluminium - 80x200 cm.