On art, life, creation, travel, love.
As my next book is going into press, I'm reflecting on the elephantine, at times painful, yet perfect path to the final book: A book has it's own internal intelligens. And birthing it, is a community effort.
What conversation are you having? On privilege, race, fear and love. (Photo by Jan Saudek)
Sometimes we do things backwards. Or just late. After the fact. To see what we've done all along.
On being a beginner again. Free to fumble, fall and fail.
Certain people you cannot refuse. Hans Ravnskjær is one of them. He invited me to share my Ignite Story at a recent Internet Week event in Aarhus, the hook...I had 5 minutes to say it all.
The mountain is shrouded in the mist, your gait is slow and your breath deep. All you hear is the gentle sound of cow bells and occasional chirps of birds and critters. One moment the trail ahead is illuminated...
Lately, I've noticed all the ways the body is used in the battle for something else...
I’m so excited to share that the Unveiled book project is featured in the new issue of Model Society Magazine. Yeah! It's been a joy to collaborate with David Bolt and team.
This piece is bleeding. For someone who likes to conjure and contribute grace and beauty, I find this hard to share ...
Dreams come true: Rachel was trying to get pregnant and kept seeing herself on the beach in bikini, her belly blossoming and baby on the way. We came full circle with this shoot...
After more than a decade of zooming in on women's relationship to body, image, beauty, sexuality and self-expression, I turn my lens on men. Do they want to be seen? And see themselves?
Susan William's tells the truth about Robin William's death to People's Magazine, with one of my photos showing the love between them.
The lens helps me get under the skin, so to speak, of pretense and postures, all the ways we hide, and touch the trembling aliveness within.
A fascination with the light drew me to black and white photography...
After 20 years I've returned to my Nordic roots. I feel like a stranger in a strange land...
What the painted lady knew, and I had yet to learn.
In 2009 I returned to Nepal to complete the pilgrimage that started a decade earlier, at Mt. Kailas in Tibet, and pay tribute to Kali.
All my adventures and creative projects have been ignited by a magical element that, at first, made no sense.
My initiator stood before me in a long purple velvet rope, her hands grasping the ornate handle of a kickass sword.
I'm in flight school, learning to navigate the bumpy rides of the interim, where you have not yet left the old and not yet seen the new.
Walking the tightrope of transition, remembering fear is only one breath away from excitement.
Full and ripe, the moon bathed the earth in a dark, gentle light, lending a luminous silkiness to everything. And there, right in front of me, the sacred mountain, Illuminated, Sublime."
I'm getting a lot of questions regarding publishing my book Seeing Red. I hope my musings help you find your way with publishing.
Sexual is possibly, an unlikely descriptor of this ancient, spiritually rich place, but to me, its fecundity is ubiquitous, blasting my senses wide open."
I’m visiting my brother in Jakarta, amidst a congested, concrete jungle of 20 million people, to many of whom social life is enacted in opulent, many-stored, air-cooled malls with more shiny objects than your heart can possibly desire and where 5+ hours a day in traffic is normal. Incredible wealth co-exists with wild poverty and bad city planning, and still, everyone’s striving for more.
Dalai Lama flattered many of us, when he declared that Western Woman will save the world. Why didn’t I clap my hands gleefully? Because I felt an ancient fury rise from my gut.