My Grandparents

Well, in 1940, they all looked like movie stars. *lol*

Tale for the living (part one)

I still remember the moment when I first met Ewa Stackelberg
through her pictures in the book "Tale for the living".
Peter Ragnarsson was involved in the process of making the book
and it was he who presented it to me. The first picture was like a
visual explosion, the one with a camera smashed to pieces.

And from there the story evolved. It´s a very moving work and almost
even more today when I, thanks to Ewas generosity, am able to present
a selection of pictures from her book. It was awarded as the best Photo
Book of The Year 2001 by The Association of Swedish Professional
Photographers.
-Ulf Fågelhammar

”Tale for the living is the outward expression of several years
grieving process following the sudden death of a beloved. It is
as though the pictures have risen from the unconscious, the
story only becoming clear afterwards: a movement from
acute distress to disintegration and finally a return to life.”
-from the back cover of the English edition.






October 1997 my husband of twenty years died in a plane crash
in Costa Rica. Some weeks later, before the arrival of his body,
items found at the scene of the accident were returned home:
his purse, a few toiletries, a CDplayer with a disc in place. The
smashed camera with its broken glass was well packed in a
plastic bag together with earth from the ground were he fell.
The smell was that of humidity and tropical decay.

In an effort to deal with my desperation I used the broken parts
of the camera to make a picture. It wasn´t until much later I
realised this would be the beginning of a story.

The images are photograms, a method where chance and
exploration are important ingredients. They are produced
during two and a half years.
- Ewa Stackelberg






































Please also have a look at the postings of 22 December, 25 December
and 28 December with pictures from Ewa Stackelberg´s exhibition
"Surrender".
all pictures ©Ewa Stackelberg

GruppoF inbox: The other side by Benny P

regarding words

Words

Lets talk about words

The world is full of them

The papers, the news on the tellie.

Talkshows

One even make breakfast cereals in shape of letters,

to spell out words

But yet.

At the end of the day

It is the words not spoken,

the words you didn’t find.

That haunts you.


photo and words by: christofer grandin

A Christmas Report - Playing Cat(s) and Dog

Well, it didn't work out.
What did we think of?

- "They will get used to each other! A couple of hours, at most."

Well, the cats had to be locked into one room.The big dog in another.

What a mess. But the cats happily played with the strings and gift wrap paper.

lisbon