onsdag 4. oktober 2017




Kjenne verden rundt meg stoppe opp i det hun legger de små hendene sine rundt broren sin og kysser han på ryggen. 

Hvile i at øyeblilkket som var, alt er over.

fredag 27. januar 2017



Images have their way of dissolving and then abruptly returning, pulling along the joy and pain attached to them like tin cans rattling from the back of an old-fashioned wedding vehicle.

- Patti Smith

mandag 6. juni 2016


When the light is blue, then turns soft and every little sound strikes you as more beautiful than you have ever heard before.

tirsdag 2. februar 2016



in all its stillness. the winterlight came and alba was there. in it.

onsdag 21. oktober 2015


Every morning at nine in the morning my grandmother sits in front of this mirror. Getting ready for the day to come she gets dressed, puts on make-up while listening to the radio.

She has a small tray full of perfumes, a silver comb and small boxes with earrings and rings. When I was a child I used to love sitting in front of this mirror, trying on her lipsticks, spraying perfume and feeling like a grown-up. Momme would always be in the room and start combing my hair. When I was about five years old I would complain to her that my hair was too dark, too black, that I wanted to be blonde like my friends. My grand mother would stop combing my hair, telling me my black hair is beautiful.

She still does. I'm soon to be 30 and last week she was combing my hair again. Telling me I'm lucky to have my black, long hair. Nothing has changed, time stands still in front of this mirror. And I like it.

I love photographing in the pink mirror room in my grand mother's house. There is something about the light, the pink curtains softening the whole room and making it warm.



tirsdag 16. juni 2015


tirsdag 28. april 2015


Jeg ble ikke helt ferdig med fuglene. Dette bildet er av en kvinne som var som en fugl da hun levde. Det er fra siste gang jeg besøkte henne før hun ble sengeliggende. Hun satt i den røde stolen sin mens fuglene svevde utenfor. Jeg husker jeg tenkte at kontrasten var så stor: Flaksende fugler mot slørete dager innenfor en rute.

This picture is one of the last pictures I took of her.

fredag 27. februar 2015



there will always be those women that every morning go out to feed the wild birds. this woman is from bhutan and the picture is taken some years back. today i saw another woman here in oslo. she did exactly the same thing: she feeds the wild birds. i came to think about this picture and this other woman at the other side of the world.

fredag 7. november 2014


mandag 18. august 2014



Tiden det tar å blunke. Det er de små sekundene når lyset treffer noe på en spesiell måte. Måten regnet faller på eller noe jeg ser i barna mine. Det kan vare så kort at jeg sekundet etterpå tror at det aldri fant sted. Noen få ganger klarer jeg å fange det. Det er i disse korte øyeblikkene jeg føler jeg befinner meg på innsiden av livet.



torsdag 5. juni 2014


you asked me "where did the time go"? 

it went into noah and stayed. it made him grow.

it is as if i can see it in noah's body. where time now has a home.

time went in there and made my once so small baby bigger - made his toes and fingers grow from a baby's chubby hand into a child's hand with bdirt under his nails. time went into his hair and made it grow long and dark. into his eye lashes and made them black, thick and long. into his feet and taught them how to walk, run and dance. into his heart and taught him how to love. into his mouth and gave him teeth and smiles.

time went into my child and made him grow into the most beautiful human being. that's where the time went...

mandag 12. mai 2014


 i felt it was everything I had ever felt at the very same time. every feeling at its maximum - as if my whole life was compressed to those few hours that day in march. childbirth is life at its most extreme. it is life it self. 

new life shall be.

my daughter. alba.


torsdag 24. april 2014


This picture was taken some years ago. It was supposed to be a fashion picture for a school project. I did not manage to make the fashion thing. Instead this. 

I had forgotten how much I liked it and how it made me feel.

torsdag 5. september 2013


I love the idea of angels. That they protect us and shows up when we need them the most. I think we all need them from time to time. I wonder what it must feel like to be an angel.

This picture was taken a long time ago, back in 2011. Before my son was born. Before the day I found dust from an angel inside my heart. From that day I knew - I do believe in angels.

mandag 29. juli 2013



I decided that my new photo project will start with the closest of the close. And that is my husband and best friend. I started this project two days after we got married, and I'll continue it forever. I like the thought of a photo project with no ending and no deadline. Because love never ends and the story of lovers will never end - it will only change.


tirsdag 23. april 2013


the beauty of sleep

torsdag 17. januar 2013


I've always dreamed of a red, small cottage out in the woods. A place where the silence is absolute. Where I can scream and run around naked without anyone noticing. Where our children can play and maybe build a small house in a tree. I will collect blue berries and make jam out of it. We'll go for walks and fish... be silent and alone. Or with loads of friends and family around the bon fire. I know this place - this small red cottage - will mean a lot to me and to my family. This was where we fetched our first christmas tree. 

I guess I'm putting all my dreams in that small cottage. It's like a dream collecter. The great thing is that it's real. It's ours hide-away. In the forest. Today King Winter has taken the forest as it's hostage. And it's beautiful.

søndag 30. desember 2012


Friendship is beautiful. Me and Mari went to London a few weeks ago. It was my first trip   abroad withiut my Noah. He was in my mind all the time, but still I manage to enjoy every second of the beautiful, buzzling and crazybig city of London. It made my world bigger. Thank you Mari and Marte. Thank you, my London.
















mandag 3. desember 2012


suddenly it's there and fills the whole living room full of gold. it lasts for only a few minutes and then it's gone...


 some pictures from the vernissage of the exhibition "Tilstede". Thank you everyone for coming!





onsdag 24. oktober 2012



summer has gone. autumn has come. I miss the warm evenings of the summer, the long nights and the quiet days. autumn has another pace. but in spite of that - autumn has small and hidden pockets of quietness. in these small pockets we live and love.

these pictures are both from summer and from the season we are in now. they all have something in common. but i cannot write this in words. sometimes I feel pictures is like music, they all have their own tone. if these pictures were a song I would call it "warm sound". I guess that is what they have in common.