“The idea of becoming a photographer is now my reality, and I’m truly grateful.”
Photography fell in my lap, almost as if it rained on me. I didn’t have a great interest in pictures or art. And a relative didn’t give me a camera when I was 12. Rather, random forces seemed to strike me in different places. When I finally reached a crossroad and asked myself: “What do I do now?,” I became consumed by the idea of becoming a photographer. Since then, small encounters have led me halfway across the world and then around it a few times.
I grew up in Trondheim, Norway, a big city by Norwegian standards but barely a blip on the map with its ...