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The Journey – Prologue

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When I created the presentation for my talk at the Connected 2018 exhibition in the UK in April this year I spent quite some time reflecting about my journey into photography. I ‚only’ had an hour during the launch weekend – but those of you who met there and saw my knees shake, seriously!, you probably thought that I had to give a full-day-confession 😀 – so many things remained unsaid or I only scratched the surface as there is much more to it than ‘just photography’.

Curious? Then let me tell you a story…and like every good fairy tale it starts like this…

Once upon a time…there was a little girl with curly hair and a curly mind as her dad used to say – often ;-).  She was going through life reading books, investigating mysteries, playing with dragons, and the desire to be creative.

Her parents wanted the best for her and like most parents they knew exactly what that was and most of all what it was NOT. She was told to stop dreaming, be realistic and focus on practical things. She was allowed to be creative now and then but what she created had to be perfect. One day she had to do a copperplate engraving for school and when she went to bed in the evening she took a last look at her plate where some fishes were playing hide-and-seek between algae and a lazy clam was sleeping at the bottom of the sea, dreaming of swimming with the little medusa that was drifting just below the surface… While it surely wasn’t the best plate, it was her plate and she knew all the fishes by name.

When she woke the next morning to pack her bag for school she was shocked to find intruders in her little underwater paradise…there were more plants and dangerous fishes and a large medusa that looked poisonous. Her father had ‘improved’ her work…again…but most of all he had distroyed her paradise.

This was the day when she finally locked the dragons away…the day when she pricked her finger on the spindle and fell into a deep sleep…

While the child inside her was sleeping, her body grew up and she did ‘what was best for her’ – she became a manager for finance and business administration in a big international company…no pet dragons there…

But ‘what was best for her’ did not make her happy, in fact it very nearly killed her. When the darkness fell she was ready to just give in, to surrender…but her eyes adjusted to the blackness and she could suddenly see a tiny light in the distance and a voice inside her told her to walk towards this beacon that was somehow lit for her.

The first few weeks she spent alone at the little lighthouse at the south coast of Norway in the autumn of 2007 were still covered in shadows and there were scary ghosts in every tree but she kepty walking until one day…

and this is when the story gets really exciting but more of that next time. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6 Comments

  1. Folker June 25, 2018  at  12:24 Reply

    I really love this story!
    And some times I´m still dreaming ...

    • Isabel June 25, 2018  at  12:27 Reply

      Thank you very much, Folker :-)
      Pet dragons are just the best so never stop dreaming!

  2. John June 25, 2018  at  14:24 Reply

    I am so happy that the sleeper awakened :-)
    Beautifully written and expressed :-)

    • Isabel June 26, 2018  at  07:14 Reply

      Thank you, dear John :-) - it was a loooong sleep ;-)

  3. Dave aka No.1 June 29, 2018  at  10:04 Reply

    You are truly just as I imagined!

    Dave aka Peter

    • Isabel June 30, 2018  at  15:35 Reply

      I know that coming from you this is a really big compliment ;-)
      Thank you so much!

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