y name is Aga. That is not my full legal name, but that’s what everyone calls me nowadays. I live in Paris and I’m always surprised when people ask if I like it. I don’t like it, I love it. It isn’t the first place that I have called “home” and maybe not the last, but today I do weave myself into the fabric of this city.
I think this short description is designed to make you like me or get to know me. I’m not sure if I’ll succeed at either. I would rather get to know you over a cup of tea, or, even better, a good meal. There are few things that I care about in this world as much as a good meal.
Ok, I’m getting distracted and probably overthinking things. I really like to overthink, but I find myself making better choices when I choose to feel instead.
I’m a photographer, but being attached to this identity hasn’t always served me. I’m proud of some images that I’ve taken, but more than that I’m proud of the relationships that I’ve built.
At home, I have a collection of my favourite rocks. Some I found during mountain hikes, some I fished out of the sea and others I picked out from the gravel. My images are a bit like my rocks - they remind me of people I’ve met and the places I visited.
If you talk to me I’ll probably make you laugh or at least I will die trying. That’s what I also bring to my art, always trying to get you to feel something.
Photo by Anna Winberg