on dark silhouettes
collapse into dream
From a fascinating project/circumnavigation of the Sea of Norway called Fourlines. The blog about it is hard for me to read, but here's an exception:
It seems to me like I’m passed 24 days in a completely different space and time, almost like a different universe.
All the weight of done km, faces, landscapes, sensations, makes in my memory a sort of dense mist, smells like a fade to black’s emulsion.
I’m extremely happy about how things have come, about pictures we made, people we met, feeling that was between us.
Coming home it’s strange (how it could be different?), it’s difficult to me walking on the street; There are lots of people not so smiling here, watched their shoes…instead I watch up the sky, like an idiot.
Going inside my house I’ve the same sensation that I felt when I was a child and I was on holydays in hotels for a long time and, returning home, ceilings seemed so high and spaces already to discovered; now my house look beautiful to me.
Like people stayed here waiting for me.
To know more, you'll have to take on the Italian.
Kit Stolz 