Got stuck on the floor

My experience is that we spend a lot of time on body language in art context (and in conversations with others, pictures in social media and … yes, always). Right now I am thinking mainly of placement of bodies; if someone is standing up and the other is sitting down, it sits in a lower position. In any case, when pictures and photography are discussed in connection with Orientalism. Thus – really – how the image of Europe was created through Africa in the 19th century.

So, I sat down on the floor and got stuck there. The light flowed in through diffused windows. You know, like that wavy glass blocks sometimes used in bathrooms to shield showers or the like.

There lies dog hair – or cat hair – under the cable. As if it wants to stay and not letting go. Holds hard. Then I see the plaster on my arm. What I forgot to remove last night after a blood test.

Certainly, standing and sitting positions can be used as abuse of power. But, when sitting on the floor (or the ground), it gets so much closer to life in some way. Sit down and test. Look around.

/Therese, who brought out the vacuum cleaner and fired up the plaster in the stove (or no, I probably haven’t vacuumed there yet)

Hjärtan slutar slå

Resurrect a love

I started in 2018 to volunteer at a horse farm in Iceland. There the love of what the animal gives me was resurrected. It’s the only environment that doesn’t make me think of anything else.

Jag började 2018 med att volontära på en hästgård på Island. Där återuppväcktes kärleken till vad det djuret ger mig. Det är den enda miljön som får mig att inte tänka på något annat.

You can’t think of anything else. All focus is required. Otherwise, something unplanned may happen.

Iceland is, however, too cold for my taste – albeit incredibly beautiful. So I longed back to the Mediterranean, where much time has been spent lately.

I have since then helped others with their horses. I have got to know how it is when horses
getting old,
left to die,
are going to be trained,
being stolen,
throw away me,

and much more. But mainly how they give me energy.

The image

With a slight concussion I stepped on in my own tracks. The bruise made others laugh, when I limped forward or had a hard time sitting. The image above is part of a photo project I have been working on when I studied at the Academy Valand last year.

Hearts stop beating

Yep, that’s how the photo project is called. I do not know if I will ever dare to show it in non-closed rooms. But I continue to work on. Because I think it can end in something good.

The photo project starts in a fear of getting children. A few lines from my artist statement:

During a summer, the animals reminded me of my horrors. The dog lost its puppies and the horses were stolen. Maybe my future children, your children or someone else’s children will disappear. Or it will never happen, because it isn’t possible to get children.

Or, I dare to show it. But only the first verse is written. And maybe a little in between. The idea is that it will be a trilogy. Images from the first and second parts:

/Therese, who just turned 30 and look forward to being more active here than before 💃🏼

Jag tycker jag är vacker

Release and exhibition – We share vocal band

Gah. I’m filled with magic.

On Tuesday the work We share vocal band was released – music by Cornelia Arvidsson and photos by me. For several years I have photographed with Cornelia’s music in my ears. It has been emotional. Very. I’ve listened to the music in a way I’ve never done before.

Our work

When we met, we fell in love in each other’s way of creating music and images. On Tuesday, Cornelia and her band released a vinyl that comes with an accompanying photo book. I’m so proud for this.

Thoughts about the photo book

Vi delar stämband - fotobok
Two main challenges were: 1. Knowing how to photograph and 2. the format. I needed to take the music properly and find a story. At the same time as I’m going to get along with music, I need to dig in myself to interpret what I hear, read and see.

A few words about: Dig in the music

With “we share voice bands” I see a family relationship – you share blood with someone; you share DNA with someone; You have inherited genes. The bans name “Jag tycker jag är vacker” (in Swedish: “I think i’m beautiful”) has helped me questioning and concluding what’s beautiful. And maybe you’ve seen the pictures and think “beautiful – how??”. But beautiful to me is when something is shaped as it is (or as I want it to be).

A few words about: The format

Cornelia texts are fragile, honest and give me a punch in the stomach. In a positive way. I get affected, but strengthened. I wanted to reflect that in the format. Therefore, the newspaper was a way with its crisp and thin paper, transformed by a strong jute band. To see everythign you have to interact with the magazine. Hold it up against a light source or concentrated extra to read the captions. Similarly, I have collaborated with Cornelia’s music. The papers are sewn together and jutebanden has stamped together, with the aim of achieving the feeling of a craft – like music.

Oh, I can talk about “We share vocal bands” forever. Just like all parents can about their children. But I stop here. For now.

Live band with more than music

Wow what live band. I just want more. The biggest happiness was the live performance. I sat there and just enjoyed their music. It goes straight into the bones and moves around. I want to see them live again. You can listen to them here:

/Therese, which is now back on the farm among all the animals and banana trees rustling in the wind

🎷🗞📖 The work is in 100 copies where vinyl and magazine come together (all in Swedish). Send an email to mig or Cornelia to get one for 200 sek.

A service for those who want to speak out

Under arbetet med Vitt mjöl i påsen har det framkommit en oerhört viktigt output: vikten av att prata mental hälsa. Därför arbetar just nu jag och Ylme (den brutalt fulsnygga figuren som kommer att hålla till i tjänsten) på en app som ska ge stöd i möjligheten att få prata ut.

Mitt mål är att den finns på marknaden inom ett par månader.

Vill du vara med i projektet? Eller bara veta mer? Hör av dig på

During the work of Nothing to hide, an extremely important output has emerged: the importance of speaking mental health. That is why I and Ylme (the brutally beatiful-ugly figure that will be in service) are working on an app that will support the ability to speak out.

My goal is that it is on the market within a couple of months.

Do you want to participate in the project? Or just know more? Email me

“Shit you down” exhibition

First of all – “Shit you down” is a direct translation from swedish. It means “Fuck off”. But because of the “toilet theme” the word “shit” needs do be with it.

You can see all the pictures within the project through Lokomotiv Bollnäs (a swedish pop-up gallery) as a video installation. It hangs from 26 may to 26 june 2018 on Paviljongen, Folkets park in Bollnäs.


Nothing to hide shown at Kulturhuset

Every year, Kulturhuset has an open call where 100 photographers can show their pictures on a certain surface. This year, it is my turn to show three images from the serie Nothing to hide.

Therese Banström - Fria fotografers filial

Yesterday was a warm opening – both emotionally and warm in the room. The best thing about group exhibitions is to get inspired of other photographers. You can see the exhibition until April 22th.

Thank you for coming, thank you for all the support and thanks for believing in continuing the project. Thank you also for (very unexpected) flowers.

Third time lucky

I remember it as yesterday. But it was ten years ago. I started a blog. Yes, it was ten years ago. And now I’m starting another one. Just because I miss the format – not because I can write.