Just days before the revolution.

January 2011.

         -itchy in a good way.

A man in a bar in Reykjavik tells me how it will feel to swim in the lagoons of Island. Going there in the aftermath of a collapsing bank industry in 2010, cold skin, electric hair, drinks until morning, no tomorrow mentality blended with an enchanted surreal nature made everything about Island feel a little itchy, but in a good way.

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

We all carry them. Personal project.

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Walls, surfaces, tarpaulins. Like abstract paintings formed by time if you look with those kind of eyes.

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Widely separated, independent from each other, yet connected by the hues.

Ongoing project.

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Those hours called night.

There is something about stairways. The steps. The bodies passing by. The handrail they held on to. Coming home or leaving.

When the ones you love the most dies, your home is filled with flowers. Then the flowers die.

This is me trying to let go.

This is me, mourning.

Personal project ongoing since 2006

Walkabout is the name of the aboriginal rite of passage. It involves a stay in the wild that can last for weeks. The first photographs taken in this series started an exploration of myself, a stay in my inner wilderness. A life long journey without departure or arrival. A constant ongoing project.  

Rikkard & Adina forever love. 

July 2014

As a photographer I have been invited to eternalize all kinds of festivities through the years. This is my best of.

To all you beautiful people in this series, thank you!

If you find yourself in these photographs and like it, let me know and I will send you a fine art print. If you find yourself and don´t like what you see, let me know and I will remove you. 

info@ellinorhall.se 

Painted by someones hand and buried in ashes year 79 A.D. Photographed by me in 2009. What time and chance can do.