Last Sunday was Mother’s Day in Estonia. I had been dreading this day for a few weeks. It became clear the day before on why.
There is something that happens to everyone: you want to do something, walk to another room and realize that you have forgotten…
There are days that are eternally imprinted in my memory. Try as you might, but I can’t forget them. Why would I want that anyway. Some are hard, some are happy, others are sad, but all of them are part of me.
This week has been the worst so far. I might know the triggers, but I can just brace for impact. If someone asked…
The sun is out and it’s warm outside. I’m still surprised about Summer at these high latitudes. From this perspective, I grew up…
I’m not that attached to objects. When we remodeled the house, we gave everything away to make space for the new. Janne was more a bit of a hoarder, but not by much.
Around 2010, Janne wanted to have a proper wooden table, not something synthetic. We found the perfect…
I am not deterministic. It doesn’t matter if I am bleeding constantly out of the abyss in my heart, I can still influence what happens…
That photo was one year in the making.
About seven months before Janne died, I had gotten myself equipment to learn something new. I had been practicing with self-portraits. There was that magical moment when Janne asked me to make photos of her in April 2023…
