In our society balloons are often a reference for birthdays, a milestone for child who were brought into this world. Balloons represent those shared moments, made by emotions which became a part of my memories.
This series is a part of me with reference to people I have met who are close to me but also people or places which are unpleasant to me. I travel in footsteps of my past in France, Italy, Norway, Spain, USA. Each photo tells about a special day, moments filled with magic, unhappiness or just filled with the memory of someone. Events or meetings that took place several years ago or just few days ago. The past exists and develops itself every day.
Alone at the 10th floor - Madrid 2017
The tree - La réunion 2016
White paradise - Norway 2017
Elfi & us - Coney Island new-york 2010
Lunch in her family - La Réunion 2016
On the Road E&D - Norway 2017
Before the fight - La Réunion 2016
The light before the dreams
The poetry of my friends - La réunion 2016
Alone on the roof with you - New York 2015
35th floor - New York 2015
In my dream - 2010
Morning walk - France 2015
Tea time with Ghosts - France 2015
King’s garden- France 2015
Amanda’s bedroom - France 2015
Walk in the mountains & fly in the sky - Norway 2010
Flying with you - Madrid 2016
Night in your room - Oslo 2014
Room of dreams - France 2015
Dance with me - France 2015
Living room - Oslo 2009
Chic picnics - Paris 2015
The Staircase - Oslo 2009
Fountain of Love - Paris 2016
Birthday party - France 2015
Forest - Norway 2015
School bus - Oslo 2010
Marta - Italy 2010
Marta - Italy 2008
Lemon lake - Norway 2009
Walk in the Stavern forest - Norway 2010
Ingvild's room - Norway 2010
LØVE IS TO DIE
The beauty of death. In this series we left a negative and sad image to do something radiant, strange and by implication, beautiful. Witch the search for a balance between life and death through the symbolism of this moment. Work did in Artistic collaboration with Amandine Vignon.
My Little America Grünerløkka City
I’ve been living in Norway for many years and I have always been fascinated by this Rockabilly culture. I found a city (or district), and its inhabitants in Norway who follow the rockabilly codes, both in the way they dress or decorate their homes, school, the type of car they drive … I thus began to contact people in Oslo who are steeped in this culture and I went to several bars in Grünerløkka to meet these fascinating “characters”. My first series “Grünerløkka City” was conveived with real Rockabilly people, whom I staged with my film lights in order to accentuate the vintage touch.
_ Black Bunny
_ In the street
_ On the road
_ What happened today
_ I am waiting for you
_ Milk Shake
_ Cups of tea
_ Red flower
_ Birken Lunch
_ Rock & Roll
WHITE & COLORS
I leave behind the streets of the capital and I find myself in a strange and quiet place where I float between dream and reality. I walk and sometimes the imprint of man reapers, the sign of human presence in the middle of nowhere. Today I continue to be fascinated at what I see, always in quest of these places that I interpret, the place that lives in me.
I interpreted the series Icons into tableaus featuring faceless people in calm and subdued settings. I emphasized one of the seven deadly sins, gluttony, in scenes depicting a lack of freedom, confinement, and the road one must follow to become an icon. The bags over the models’ heads represent sarcophaguses. These women are dead and only exist as icons. A beautiful, well-dressed woman inhabiting beautiful places has lost her identity through the role prescribed to her. She does not speak. She has never questioned the things she has learned. Will she ever be able to tear off the bag that holds her prisoner and denies her freedom? To come out of the darkness and into the light? Will she ever gain the freedom to think for herself, to compare, and to be confronted with ideas? Will she ever be able to put forth her own truth? Religion (not spirituality), social class, and politics put us into boxes. We all know people lacking of individuality, who are imprisoned in their sarcophaguses.
How would we react if the fruits and vegetables were bleeding like us or like animals?
The theme of this series of pictures was inspired by women in the films of Pedro Almodovar.
trinidad del mio interno
The battle against demons that hide in the corners of our mind. Find your own way through the maze given by our ancestors and parents. Break down the barriers with the help from our guardian angels (who open up the doors to your self-realization) to become the one who you wish to be in this world.
This series was exhibited in Norway has "Høstutstillingen" and in France during "Les Rencontres d'Arles" with the collective FetArt.
Every where they go, he is the Master. The man asserts himself, leaving no choice... He destroys, builds without thinking of what exists around him... In this series man has disappeared. The Nature comes back, where man had destroyed it. The insects as jewellery to give them the importance they are for the balance in life.
Partout ou ils passent , il est le Maître. L'homme s'impose, sans laisser de choix..... il detruit sans ce soucier de ce qui l'entoure... Sans prendre conscience de ce qu'il detruit, de ce qu'il transforme. Il perturbe l'equilibre naturel. Dans cette serie l'homme a disparu... La Nature reprends naturellement vie là où l'homme l'avait supprimé. Et ces insectes explorent cette maison, perdus dans cet univers qui n'est plus le leurs.... Les insectes sont traités comme des bijoux pour leur donner toute l' importance qu'ils ont dans l'equilibre de la vie.