“Who moves where?”
2026
On this coast, folklore stories form a kind of epistemology of the landscape. They tell us how to read cracks in rocks, or piles of stones, as traces of loss.
I think of this as a funeral organized by the landscape itself. Natural graves, records of disappearance.
Geology holds memory at scales far beyond us.
Rocks are living records of vanished seas, glaciers, atmospheres we have never breathed. They remember things we have never witnessed.
And in this way, the landscape operates as a photograph.
A material record. Holding absence and presence. Caring traces of time.
The photograph as a form of ecological witnessing. A refusal of the linear, accelerated time of capital
A cyclical return in the latency of waiting.
*body of work during the residency in Orust (https://aic.earth/), together with it’s exposed bedrock.