Collecting stuff has been a lifestyle for me. Precious things for me – like a piece of cloth, my doll´s face, wind up toys, or my grandmothers crocheting needle. These things are triggers, starting up a process, lifting memories out of the subconscious mind. They bring together the voices living inside, the child and the mother, and we start to play. If we let our inner child suffer, we are growing old too soon. Playing, having fun, make us courageous and adventurous. We are crossing the boarders of time and space, and our imagination is set free.
The stories are like dreams. In one way they seem to be logical, but then they just dissolves into something totally different. The mind is free to connect whatever we have experienced, or dreaming of. The truth is not a fixed measure.
From this point of view I have built my stories about Innocence.
The series Birth of Innocence was created in 2011. As in the other series I started out building little stages, which I illuminated and photographed. The Birth of Innocence.
Following the pictures I wrote the story, which also is presented in a book with the same title. It starts like this:
It is all like a dream – dissolving at the very moment you think you have grasped it. Confused you stand left behind as the dream continues its journey – twisting and circling – uniting and spreading. All dreams started way back in time, actually before time – when there was no past, no future. Through long searches, and with help from trusted friends, I have been able to follow the history of the dream. I have seen it connect generations to generations, spread its message from culture to culture. Adjusting to the setting, it has made its way under peoples skin, right into their souls. All the time – the same dream!
From the dream you had last night you can follow the silver thread back to its origin, to the dream above all dreams, the dream of Innocence. We all carry it in our heart.