This is the home of THE FOREST JOURNAL -an audio journal form the forest that will connect you to your senses.
An artist reflection on life, nature, belonging and connection.
Letter will appear like fog. Beautifully and unexpectedly.
Sincerely Jannik
Note:
The “you” character these letters are written to, is not one person. It’s a combination of my closest people. Living and dead. And it’s you who I have never met. All of you. My closest people will find themselves in my reflection of them because these stories are real.
An artist reflection on life, nature, belonging and connection.
Letter will appear like fog. Beautifully and unexpectedly.
Sincerely Jannik
Note:
The “you” character these letters are written to, is not one person. It’s a combination of my closest people. Living and dead. And it’s you who I have never met. All of you. My closest people will find themselves in my reflection of them because these stories are real.
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Introduction 4:12
An artist reflection on life, nature, belonging and connection. |
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The first letter
01: The inner fire Audio 16:59 min Note: The “you” character this letter is written to is not one person. It’s a combination of my closest people. Living and dead. And it’s you who I have never met. All of you. My closest people will find themselves in my reflection of them because these stories are real. If you like to follow breadcrumbs: The book mentioned is “Braiding Sweetgrass” by Robin Wall Kimmerer. The Sami tradition mentioned is the indigenous people of Norway. |
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The Second letter
02: The two journeys Written You will find the full second letter in FAIRE MAGAZIN issue 8 Published March 2023. Dear you, I am by the ocean. The type of ocean you can hear before you see it. And when you do see it, there is no end to it. I have been sleeping here by its side for four nights now and feel familiar with its rhythm. Its depth, though, is still unimaginable. I wonder if you have ever listened to an ocean like this. Knowing you, you have. In Norwegian, there is this saying, to be værfast. It means you can’t go anywhere because of the weather. It won’t allow you. This is where I am at. Værfast by the ocean, about to tell you a story of love, loss and belonging.... |