Deer, August 6 2018 (Polaroid SX-70) Thobias Malmberg
In the warmest summer ever recorded in Scandinavia, I am longing for the cold northern wind and to put on a turtleneck and a wool coat. The midnight sun is long gone, and the darkness is getting greater for every day that past.
I remember a night many years ago, when I was out and everything was what I am missing right now. Inside at a bar (in the Slussen-area in Stockholm, today torn down), I heard Roshi by Wolfram for the first time, and it captured the moment perfectly. The snow started to fall outside with the harbor as a background. The room was drench in red light. I was drunk and I let my mind roam free.
After that night, I brought with me the color red in my photographs.
Red represent energy, sin and revolution in the western culture. In asian happiness and success.
In the visual spectrum, red has the lowest frequency to us humans.
To me red represent warmth, darkness and the energy inside me.
It also has a mysticism to it, as in blood, the obvious red matter.
Many people think our soul is in the blood, and I like that thought.
My blood-type isn’t the same as my sisters or even my mother, it belongs to me.
It contain the blue-print of who I am, and what I am.
To quote Björk, ”I’m a fountain of blood, in the shape of a girl”.
What I miss right now is the mysticism.
Everything is so clear, there is no question marks or imagination.
We don’t need to know everything, we sometimes need to make up our own answer.