It must be a man-cold, I haven’t felt so sorry for myself for a long long time. Head throbbing, nose running, snot only interrupted by nosebleeds after every sneeze. Gaaaaah… Quite possibly the flu. With my husband at work I’ve done my best to look after myself. Used some of the rose hips I picked the other week and made some rose hip soup, careful to wear gloves and putting the mush through a cloth to prevent itching(we all learn by mistakes), by the time my nose had stopped bleeding, again, it was cold but still very nice and full of vitamin C. Soup is just the best when ill. Luckily last week I made tonnes of soup from Black Salsify. In Sweden it’s called Black root or Poor mans asparagus. I tried it for the first time last week and loved it, so I made a double batch to put in the freezer. It has so much flavour I hardly added any spices. After peeling and getting my hands all sticky from the roots I fried the salsify with an onion, boiled for 40 min with a stock cube and a splash of white wine and rise wine vinegar, put it in the mixer. That’s it, doesn’t really need spices because it’s so full of flavour although last week I fried some bacon and sprinkled some chili flakes over it. Maybe I’ll try planting it in spring but I bet it’s tricky to harvest with those long thin roots. See even with my head full of snot and my body screaming give it a rest, my brain can’t stop making plans! It does give a break from feeling sorry about myself though, maybe I’m on the mend?
Now when the gallery is ready I finally have time to do some photography again. I’ve really gotten into the wet plates again lately and over the weekend I held a wet plate workshop. In the old days it was all hush-hush about the technique even up until a few years ago most wet plate photographers didn’t want to share their secrets with anyone. It all changed with the wet plate boom, suddenly people all over the world wanted to do wet plates and in a day where you can order anything online most of them succeeded. I just think it’s much more fun sharing and also important to hand the knowledge on so it won’t die out.
It was a very grey, cold windy day so we used the barn as a studio and developed the plates in the basement. I wonder what people think of me when they see my basement/darkroom. This time I had actually tidied for the occasion, well “tidying” consists more of putting things on top of each other or in front or behind. There is so much stuff! Anywho we had some really great portraits and finished off with a group photo on glass. That’ll be a new tradition. Then I can make some prints using it as a negative and send to the participants as a moment from the weekend.
The last few days have been absolutely glorious! We had the first night frost and in the morning I ventured down the beach to pick rosehips and take some photos. It was crisp and still apart from the occasional noise from birds flying to a warmer destination. Not a huge amount of rosehips left, the birds have eaten most of them, but I collected enough for some nice homemade rose hip soup. The water is down to 9.5°C just cold enough but not painful. Bliss!
Such an interesting day. I am still trying to calm down after the last few weeks excitement. Not an easy quest but yesterday I spent a day in the garden and that seems to have done the trick. Today I woke up with lots of new plans and set to work straight away, I took wet plates in the barn and then invited myself for a coffee at the vicars place. Well he is actually not a vicar but has legal rights to wed poeple. We hired him for our wedding because I’d seen him in a paper looking really cool in a leather waistcoat and golden earrings. He came for the opening of the gallery last weekend and spoke of pictures he had from glass negatives. I invited myself. So I brought some cake and he put the coffee on. He lives just down the harbour with a view overlooking everything down there. There were so many pictures from the islands not just Hönö but surroundings as well and he collects old postcards with and island theme. We sat by the window so I could compare the view of today to a hundred years ago. On my way back home I almost felt dizzy on my moped, going along all these little roads recognising a house here and there with the old images still in my head. He’s also written a book about the submarine that sank just outside the island. 1943 it sank, as he says, because of a mine that wasn’t there. The government had reassured everyone that there were no mines but the submarine called Ulven apparently hit one at 13meters deep. 33 people died. There are lots of stories about divers knocking on the walls and getting replies but according to my source there were no replies only air bubbles. 13 days later the managed to bring the submarine to surface. I was shown some pictures of the corpses. Apparently there were 8 men missing, probably managed to leave ship and disappear? So many stories. Then someone rings the doorbell, turns out we are related. So many relatives, I am not surprised anymore but still a bit awed about how big our family tree is! I’ve told the children countless times that when it comes to finding a partner they will have to go abroad or at least in to Gothenburg.
Finally!! April the 23:d 2013 I started the adventure Starting on the barn turning the dump of a barn into a gallery. Leading up to the premiere I’ve been so stressed fixing the last things, painting signs, advertising etc etc that I’ve hardly eaten or slept for weeks. It was worth it though. I opened Friday and there were more people than expected and Saturday people absolutely flooded the place from opening and carried on until after closing. The photographer that I had chosen for the opening is called Karin Berglund. Karin has been working as a journalist for thirty years and she’s written and photographed a number of garden books. Every year she goes on numerous garden trips around the world for inspiration, to write stories and photograph. I was flattered and surprised that she said yes when I asked her. Karin’s pictures, gum bichromates and photo gravures, brought the walls to life and I think the other way around as well. I wished to sell at least one picture to make it feel even more worthwhile for her but ended up selling three! I had so much positive respons and praise during the two days that I’m overwhelmed. While talking to one guest and explaining how much work the whole transformation has taken I surprised myself by almost crying. Silly I know but it’s been such a journey with real blood sweat and tears. Now it’s done and I am very much looking forward to future happenings in there. A friend of mine who’s a photographer, her name is Eva Brandin, sent me some pictures she took so I’ll post them here because I think she really managed to catch the beauty of the new gallery. Now I’m going to bed very happy but very very tired.