A series about life pressure, performance anxiety and imposter syndrome. How the stress and an imminent threat catch up and run over me.
This is the first of a series where I constantly feel hunted. Where I don’t really know what’s chasing you but that the threat is steadily growing. From one of the starting points after a lovely midsummer night …
A full-scale hunt, where I am the wild boar. I sense and can glimpse the threat but only in the perforin, never enough to clearly see it.
The pressure rises at the same time as the burden finds new ways to weigh me down.
The pressure is taking over and I can no longer find any paths to dodge along. I see that the pressure and the threat are one and the same but I still can’t understand it. Everything is so fun and exciting. Something is crooked, and it destroys the view ahead.
It doesn’t work anymore. It’s over and I get to work on getting back from where I once was. In the face of the threat and the pressure, I have received a real blow. Everything is thrown around. Is it the end of the road?
Even in the quietest moments, there is something lurking in the background. It is always present.
After a few challenging but fantastically wonderful and fun years, I came to the end of the road. Under constant pressure, it was finally time to caress an elaboration gently. A few months were not enough to recharge the batteries. And above all, to get to a point where I knew and understood what had happened.
Hunted – a series of images (now 4) where I work with the unidentified press creeping on. I understand that I need to face it but am still determining what the threat looks like. Where it finally devours me.