This is what Isidor Ängmo writes about his work in his own words:
“I know every street, every corner, every pattern in the asphalt where I grew up. The city has become my studio. I know what people don’t dare to show – and I ask them to show it anyway.”
This series consists of ten portraits. Ten pictures of my loved ones, taken in places we’ve already climbed, run, dreamed about. It’s not staged – but it’s not a coincidence either. These moments have happened before. Now they’re happening again, in pictures.
I push them in front of the camera, not to show off, but to maybe give them a new mirror. I want to capture something that is already there – something that is felt in the gut. Maybe courage. Maybe vulnerability. Maybe a form of stillness in the midst of what is moving very quickly.
For me, shapes are exciting. Colors speak to me – but not always in a language I understand. What you see here makes me feel. But what are my thoughts to keep. Or are they not spilled out in front of you?
Grandma and grandpa lived right across the street, you had to watch out for the big tractors, but once you ran across the street you could play with different colors and materials, and look at all the different shapes and colors hanging on the walls. Grandma can, I think, see colors as different numbers, but I don’t know if that’s true. Above all, you can always play with thoughts at Grandma’s. And thoughts are what I still play with, in this case in physical form.”
