It’s been a while; I realised that when I recently looked back at an image I once thought might open a new chapter here.
It never did.
The photograph stayed on its own, doing its quiet work, while the words waited.
The world, meanwhile, didn’t really slow down.
If anything, it feels just as unsettled now as it did the last time I wrote here a good 4 years ago — different, yet still very much in turmoil. But this isn’t an attempt to make sense of that, or to add another reflection to things already heavy enough.
This post is much simpler.
It’s about picking up the thread again.
Breaking the silence. Getting some acoustic chords out.
Letting the flow slowly start again.
Not to comment on the world as such, but to share a few reflections around the creative projects that are slowly taking shape around me.
Some of them live within familiar territories.
There is Cinderella within the SiP sphere, growing quietly through collaboration and shared conversations with the crew. There is me2, where LEGO photography remains my personal creative playground and happy place — less about output, more about staying curious. Here too, I feel a shift coming.
And then there is Vita Magasinet. A chapter of its own.
With Konst på Väg during the Easter weekend as a kickoff for 2026. Vita Magasinet, where physical space, local context, and temporary encounters matter just as much as global connections and long-standing friendships around the world.
And then there is Project H.
A project I didn’t plan.
It started almost accidentally, when I received a box packed with LEGO late last year — the kind of box that carries more intention than you realise at first glance.
I won’t unpack all of that just yet.
There will be time for that story later.
But something shifted there.
Not a single image idea, not even a scene — more a sense of place.
Of adventure.
Of mixing realms, once again.
So this post isn’t an announcement.
And for sure it’s not a manifesto.
It’s not a cry for attention or reach.
It’s simply me picking up writing again, here in my personal space, slowly, alongside the work. Letting this place be where thoughts can surface before they turn into objects, exhibitions, or photographs on walls.
In hindsight, it might have started with that pixie.
The one I encountered on a recent walk.
A small thing, carrying more intention than expected.
For now, that’s enough.
B.