One Frame – #1

For a while now I have been walking around with an idea for a new series of blog posts. As much as I intended to blog more this year it hasn’t really happened (because hey, life!) but maybe this series could help me share what I’m up to without stealing too much of my time to do other things.

Last year I stopped myself blogging about something quite a few times because I was in the middle of a project and wasn’t sure what format I would end up showing it in. I don’t have a problem with showing work-in-progress or something unfinished but I didn’t want to share anything prematurely if I wanted those projecs to be seen or engaged with in a different way. read more

The British Museum in B&W

The South Stairs leading up from the entrance


As you might have seen in one of my latest posts, I decided to spend my birthday this year in my favourite bookshops and at the British Museum. That’s my new thing now, photographing museums. While I spend most of last year trying to freeze fleeting everyday moments with my film camera, my new obsession this year has been to not only wander through museum galleries but to photograph them as well.

If you had asked me a few years ago if I liked the British Museum I would have said that I liked it as much as the next person. If you had asked me if I was interested in history, I would probably have given the same answer. As much as I would like to claim to be an independently minded woman, it has taken my boyfriend’s interest in history to realise how interesting both can be and it’s become a place we visit together.



Even though they always tend to be overcrowded, my favourite rooms are the galleries with the Greek sculptures. Daniel on the other hand tends to seek out the Middle Eastern galleries, particularly the ones with the huge Assyrian gates, Lamassu and friezes. Because the weather was unseasonably bad the day we went, it wasn’t as busy as normal and it was nice to be able to walk around more freely.


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Photographs from a Birthday in the Snow


It’s been a few months since my birthday in March but last week I got the prints back from the film rolls I shot that weekend and I thought I’d write a little post to share some of the pictures I took. I have already mentioned in another post that my birthday didn’t exactly go like I had planned because of the snowstorm that decided to take over the country but looking through the photos of everything covered in snow made me realise that the memories I have of those two days have been made quite special because of the whole snowstorm affair.


Canterbury looking very Dickensian in the snow


The snow falling down over the riverbank that runs next to our flat, after we got back from Canterbury read more

Word and Image – A Short Story About Life and Art


Years ago, before I went to University and began studying the relationship between literature and art, I started writing little stories inspired by some of the paintings I came across in galleries, postcards and reproductions my parents had on the walls at home. I made up stories about Picasso’s Blue Nude and Hopper’s Nighthawks. I wrote a few of them and then forgot all about it.

Last winter when I was trying to find a way to write more on a daily basis, I decided to seek inspiration in paintings and photographs again. Working from other people’s artworks has let my mind wander, given me more inspiration and made me feel connected to other artists. It has ignited my imagination and helped me come up with stories I probably wouldn’t have written before. If I feel like writing one day but I don’t know what I want to write about, I will just open my photobook on Eugene Atget and look over his black and white photographs of Paris and imagine what someone would be doing in those streets or I will look into the eyes of the young girl in a painting in my Danish artbook and ask: Why do you look so sad?

In July when I went to the V&A museum I bought a few postcards, one of them of a marble statue I have passed many times on my way to the Photographer’s Gallery. For some reason, it was not the real thing but seeing the postcard lying on my floor one evening that suddenly gave me an idea:

What would a statue get up to at night in a museum like the V&A?

At first I just saw it as a writing exercise, plotting down ideas and notes on one piece of paper and writing down a little story on another. But the more I wrote, the more questions came into my mind. What if a muse does not want to inspire? What if, instead of life inspiring art, art inspires something to live? Those questions ended up making it so much more than an exercise and as time went on it became a complete short story with a beginning, a middle and an end.

So if you have wondered why there haven’t been a new blog post in a while, that’s the reason. I have been trying to cram in writing, rereading and editing in any spare time I’ve had, in the two hours I’ve had before work, in my weekends and in my recent holiday at home in Denmark.

And in the end, what came out of that cheap postcard reproduction I bought on a museum visit was the story of The Monument and yet another way the V&A has found to inspire me. This is how the story begins:

She gets so stiff in the neck when she has to sit leaned over her scroll all day. Every day it is the same. The long gallery is filled with people, they look at her all day, photograph her, prop little fold-out chairs up in front of her and sit there for hours to draw her, expecting her to sit still in the same position, so she can serve as their muse.

They come here with all their guidebooks, their diversions and their dreams while they wait for the moment when they will experience the epiphany of the Arts. They do not know that she is the one who is waiting…