Ongoing 2021 / 2022
Malmøya is the island adjacent to where I live. She is known for wild flowers and, really old, fossils. According to a video online the south-east side of the island hosts a great deal of them. Once you know this, your eyes can’t escape it.
I visit this place multiple times a week—following the road that is shared with everyone. You learn to acknowledge your neighbour—sometimes they knod or smile, but usually it takes place with space between you + the other. A car pulls around or completely stops as you navigate the ice below you.
Shyness amplifies the edge.
The side of the island is considered a nature reserve. There is a small trail (sometimes icy, sometimes expressed through desire) that takes you to a beach. The rocks emerge from the water on an angle. Somehow that is inspiring and also encourages you to take a seat—rest your back.
The beach is mostly small rocks, but you can still find measures of human. Small plastics left from activities before and even the remains of the waters taking them elsewhere.
You see a picture of my left hand reaching towards a blue translucent piece of plastic. It is resting on a pile of sticks shaped by the waves.
Of course a blue catches my line of vision; choreographed by the body of water.
One powerful performance.
