I deconstructed and repurposed the once "failed" Polaroid photos I took,
overlaying the words extracted from my journal.
overlaying the words extracted from my journal.
When thoughts became traces on a sheet of paper, buried in the silent snow-related images, memories were re-framed, waiting for the day to be revealed once again...
This is a work created during my artist residency program @Arteles, Finland
Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer’s hooves in the snow.
Language, but no words.
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer’s hooves in the snow.
Language, but no words.
- TOMAS TRANSTROMER -