Byen

Mørket er formløst, og kanskje ukjent. Mørket er der frykten holder til.
Mørket rommer alt vi ikke kjenner og ikke kan se. Her bor døden, hekser og monstre.
Nettopp denne formløsheten er kanskje opphavet til mye av frykten rundt det også.
Når noe ikke kan defineres, når det er utenfor våre kategorier, kan vi ikke kontrolere det. Det er uregjerlig, og skremmende.
Noen ganger er mørket under senga. Andre ganger i hjertet, eller i magen. Det er i oss alle.

Mørket

Skyggen

Hjertegull

Komposisjon i sort- Monotypi- Unik- en av en. 

Komposisjon i sort

The stranger, the broken sides of our soul that we might not want to look at.
This picture try to capture the feeling of alienation, hopelessness and fear that may arise from time to time, when we no longer recognize the person looking back at us in the mirror.

Den fremmede

This image is my take on the myth of Saturn devouring his son, made famous by Francisco De Goya. This depicts the old Greek myth of Saturn-aka- Cronus- who, fearing that he would be overthrown by his children ate each and every one of them at once they where born.
The old and established, wanting to keep what they have, killing and eating the young to keep their power.
Is this not a fitting image for our time?
Still, there is hope. Saturns wife- Ops- hid his third son Jupiter from him, and he later usurped Saturn.

Saturn fortærer sin sønn

Killing Fields

Up your Art-  The art of Art

Pastell drawing.

Greed is part of us all. Deep down, in the bottom of our stomach, under lock and key, held down, never to be let out. There it lies dormant, becoming demonic, its hunger always growing, getting deeper.
Keeping it down is whats holding it up. Piercing eyes, half awake,
alone in the darkness.

Grådighet

“The Other” is a part one likes to hide, something dark and uncomfortable. Something you may wish was not there at all.

The other

Life is a journey they say.
It is both an outer, and inner journey at the same time. You can go down a road again and again, but it will never be the same as the last time. Sometimes you go through hell, sometimes heaven.
Still, keep on walking, and enjoy the journey. In the end it is all we have in this life.

Reisen

Gode Intensjoner

Hva ligger bortenfor? Hvem vet hva som kommer.
Dette er et håndkolorert silketrykk- 1 av 1 

Bortenfor

The Norwegian word Treskolt-(Wood-head) is used about people who are dense, slow, not so bright. It was a fitting title for this self-portrait. Covered up in leafs, looking out from inside of himself-this creature is blinded and seeing. Inside of, and apart from, nature.
This is an in-camera double exposure made during my walks around the city. The photography has thereafter been turned into a silkscreen, and printed in 56x76cm- Edition of 25.

Treskolt

Monotopi av en hodeskalle- Kun ett eksemplar

Skalle

The flowers radiate beauty even when winter is coming in. The snow is about to cover their beauty for a while.
In Norwegian mythology-
Ragnarok will end the Gods, the Jotun and the humans. What will be left is Finbulvinter.
An eternal winter, leaving the earth cold, white and quiet after the storm.

Finbulvinter

Dette er en håndkollorert versjon av Omi- På brunt papir. Kun ett eksemplar. 

Omni Color


The last destination. Some fear it, some welcome it. We all share it.
This is one thing we all have in common. Something that divides us, and make us come together. The end is where we are going, sooner or later.
So let us go. All of us, without fear.
Because fear is the only enemy.

Destination

Dette er et håndkollorert Silketrykk- Unikt i verden. 
Hva ser du når du ser bak tommheten? 

Bak tommheten

I det Infrarøde Spekteret er verden annerledes. Det som virker som høylys dag i et spekter, virker som mørkeste natt i et annet.
Forskjellige levende vesner ser og lever
i forskjellige spektere av lys.
Selv om vi lever i samme verden,
lever vi også i veldig forskjellige virkeligheter.
Jeg liker å fotografere i det infrarøde spekteret for å få et intrykk av denne andre verdenen, som jeg lever i og ser på, uten å oppfatte.
Dette er et bilde av en tohundre år gammel stampefuru i en myr nære familiegården min på Sunnmøre.

Mørkskog

Somehow, somewhere, there is a new place.
In the Infrared spectrum the world looks quite different.
Plants glow, the sky is black, and animals have a different feel to them. I like to visit the Infrared realm from time to time with my modified camera, and bring back images from different encounters there.
This is my meeting with a horse, in broad daylight. Still, in the I.R. realm, it is the dark of night.

Møtet

Steinansikt (Stone-face) is a Norwegian word for someone who don ́ ́ ̈ ̈t wear their heart on their sleeve- someone who dont show their emotions in times of distress, someone who maybe is incapable of crying, or someone able to lie with a straight face.
This is part of my series of in-camera double-exposures, relating to the correlation between self, and surroundings- putting one on the other.

Stenansikt

Rett Kobbla

Fjellheim

Isblomst

Pinhead

Part of my self portrait series of in-camera double- exposures, done during my city walks during winter 2021.
Noen ganger er det i mellomrommene det skjer. Der det er tomhet, der A møter B er stedet der virkeligheten holder til.
Det er i møtet mellom to sider at et større bilde kan dannes. Et bilde som kanskje gir en dypere forståelse.
Så husk mellomrommet.

Mind The Gap

Dette er et håndkolorert silketrykk. Det er fargelagt sakte men sikkert gjennom timesvis av arbeid. 
Det finnes kun ett av dette.

Furunåløyet

As above, so below.
The ocean in a drop of water,
and the entire universe dancing in you.
This is one of the main works of my universal series. This is one-off Graphithe works I have made, and then turned into silkscreens.

Omni


Dette er en håndkolorert utgave av “Saturn fortærer sin sønn. “ Inspirert av Goyamaleriet med samme tittel ville leg legge til farge til denne scenen for å skape et alternativt utrykk av den samme scenen.

Lars Kjemphol

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