SWEDEN 59°11’57.9”N 17°49’32.9”E
SONJA SANDSTRÖM
“The whisper from the trees”
the forest has more shadows , lights, and colors than anything else. When the leaves of the birch trees gracefully fly through the crisp autumn air, the ground beneath our feet becomes a beautiful pallet of seasons. Moss and weed… winter is around the corner. It is breathtaking. You just have to see it. Synergy between mind, sounds and sights, and fresh, ice-cold air make thoughts crystal clear. This is what it is about. I am convinced that the saga of the forest is about so much more than preservation and carbon dioxide.
It is about you and me in the past, and another hundred years.
“The whisper from the trees” was the name of my first gallery exhibition. This reflected on the combination of ancient stories, that were born in the primeval forests, and will never leave their home unless they are forgotten. Our duty is to preserve these stories and to never forget what is truly important.
It is as if the trees are whispering. Never forget. Never forget.
The sagas of the past made my heart beat strongly. I had to do something with it. You will be cursed, hunted, or taken if you do not care for these precious habitats. Like it was something we needed for our survival. The lungs of the planet. Our ancestors were right; we need it. My inside was somehow reflected in my imagery. It turned out to be stories from my own lessons of life. Creatures protecting the waters and the trees became a story about my life, breakups, death, and love. Surreal images flashed before my eyes, and I knew I needed to remake them with photography to be able to process everything. I saw myself trapped in the urban concrete cage. The foggy, dreamy days that just pass us by. The longing for escape. Flowers left in the wind with the souls of the ones we miss and will never see again. The strong wind hits the last drops of love from my heart. The glimpse of light makes me take that brave first step and try again. The forest became my canvas, or it was using me to tell its story.
Either way, I will never leave its side.
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MOTHER VOLUME ONE
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