Ivar Brynjolfsson

The Comfort of Familiarity

When one has seen the same thing over and over again for many years,  it seems logical to assume that knowing more about that item seems impossible – I guess I was no older than six when my parents bought the living room table and the chairs to go with it – I’ve sat on them countless times – walked by them even more often – when my mother stopped having a home I inherited these items and they have now been in my home for ten years – I thought I had seen them as well as I would ever see them.

One day I was looking through a camera and a glimpse came into view that I had never seen before – that old table became a somewhat minimalistic approach to my childhood.

I am not sure if this feeling of mine transfers to others – does the photograph without the text convey what I think about it or is this photograph only about forms and meaningless in its own existence – perhaps it only got this meaning when I started thinking about it?  The thought process sometimes changes the perception of the photograph.

Photography can be quite problematic.