Just Small Hiccups - Pieniä ilmakuoppia vain

"My father once told me that my world is like a black and white image, but I guess my heart has found it´s own colours.”

Photographer Anni Hanén began her Just Small Hiccups story after she moved back to her childhood home with her own family. She photographed the feelings that arose in the house full of memories, with it´s garden and the nearby forest. This photographic story is a poem, made from a deeply personal point of view, however portraying the universal feelings to understand life. With the pictures and texts it addresses growing up, how we see ourselves and each other in a family.

 

Just Small Hiccups  - Pieniä ilmakuoppia vain

 

My father once told me that my world is like a black and white image, but I guess my heart has found it´s own colours.

I began my Just Small Hiccups story after I moved back to my childhood home with my own family. I photographed the feelings that arose in the house full of memories, with it´s garden and the nearby forest. This photographic story is a poem, made from a deeply personal point of view, however portraying the universal feelings to understand life. With the pictures and texts it addresses growing up, how we see ourselves and each other in a family.

 

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“Just Small Hiccups” is a visual poem that weaves its story around a young woman’s awakening through absorbing the world around her. Each image unfolds itself into the other creating a stillness that beckons you into her domain as an observing guest. “I Know a Place that isn’t” holds onto a dream that has no end, rotating through the fingers of an innocence that listens before it sees. Grey tones bathe in a mother’s love that blooms by the start of her own ascending.

Yes, it’s true you can’t get lost if you don’t know where you are going. Anni Hanén’s “Just small Hiccups” is such a journey where you hope it never ends. It reminds us all of life’s vulnerabilities and the strength it takes to embrace them. Her small son becomes the quiet narrator who introduces the past within the present. He is “Under No Ones Thumb” “Sometimes Loving, Sometimes Hating,” no promises or valentines on this boy’s path. This book is shrouded in a cool quietness that carries its memories “Through Me in You.” It’s more than just a story between a mother and her son. It’s an awakening between two souls whose roles are
ever changing.

Everything we know is inside us. This book reminds me of a sharing moment I had with my father. It was a warm balmy summer night in downtown LA. The streets where thronged with a lazy flow of people surrounded by a canopy of noise from a city on the move. He asked me “Son, can you hear the crickets chirping?” I in turn looked up to him puzzled by the question of how one could hear anything in this mass of motion. Without much fan fare, he pulled a quarter from his pocket and flipped it into the air, letting it land on the sidewalk we were walking. Immediately, three people looked down to the sound of the coin hitting the pavement. He calmly smiled and said “Well, son, that depends upon what you are listening for.”
— Timothy Persons

 
 
 

Home

smoke rises from the chimney
beckoning to warmth and safety

            from cellar to attic
            house full of hideouts

               the core of the house changes
               the warmth of the bedroom
               transformed into my chilly office

build by my grandfather
abandoning the war for memories
         items and furniture
               made by measure

               cabinets chest boxes
              locks are always open
                explored only by permission

I forget reality
stories live in me

house with a garden
woods stand sentinel

where my mother walked
paths formed
     where I walked
     paths got stronger
          there my child plays
          paths remain

if my house is my shelter
the woods are my castle
I build a nest in the castle

           imagination as a friend
infinite woods
            constellations guiding
           searching for wisdoms of life

          an unuttered permission
            to hide secrets
             confirmation for the same happiness
 

 

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YOU CAN FEAR THE WHITE

 
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DAYLESS DAYS FOLLOWED BY NIGHTLESS NIGHTS

 
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I CAN´T DO ANYTHING

 I can’t do anything,
                               I don’t know anything
                                                                  and I don’t know why

                                                               All is nonsense,
                                       I’m just silly,
and I don’t know why

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I BELIEVE IN GOD, BUT WHO BELIEVES IN ME?

 
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