I was born in California in 1962 and moved to Norway at the age of 7. I now live and work in Oslo.
Photography is my passion and has always been a big part of me. Just took me awhile to expose it.
I am constantly in search for the image to reveal itself to me.
While always having a camera in hand I like to capture my surroundings as they are presented to me.
Most likely I will find the image indirectly by a reflection and turn it into my personal view. Blending layers of the real world into a dreamlike vision. I never preimagine them and I tend to use people who are in my nearest present (whether they know it or not), myself or my family members as models.
Everything you see is everything I saw in the camera.
I have studied under master photographers Morten Krogvold, Michael Ackerman, Arno Rafael Minkinnen, Joyce Tenneson and recently Jeff Cowen.
Different artists and artforms inpsire me and I am autodidact.
Galleri Ramfjord (www.galleriramfjord.no) currently has some of my work on commission.
At Galleri Ramfjord I have been one of 15 chosen artists (of 450 entrants) in their yearly stipend compentition, with new juries every year, for the last 5 years. This includes a show of the finalists. In 2012 the show was in New York.
This is a project I spent a few years with and they also became a book called Second Shadow. I am not a religious person but sometimes I feel I have someone watching over me and I found a poem that describes the sense. The original language is Norwegian by our very famous Rolf Jacobsen but here it is translated into english.
g u a r d i a n a n g e l
I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning
and your companion, whom you cannot know,
the blossoms that light up for the blind.
I am the glacier’s crest above the forests, the dazzling one
and the brass voices from cathedral towers.
The thought that suddenly comes over you at midday
and fills you with a singular happiness.
I am one you have loved long ago.
I walk alongside you by day and look intently at you
and put my mouth on your heart
but you don’t know it.
I am your third arm and your second
shadow, the white one,
whom you don’t have the heart for
and who cannot ever forget you.
from "secret lives" 1954
Translated by Roger Greenwald