"But neither mountain nor sea can i see from here on that road; and that is when Jæren is consummate; only Hills and Sky, only Heather and Air." from Knudaheibrev by Arne Garborg
A collage about Arne Garborg and Jæren, because there is something stirring and mythical about this place that he captured so well. Much like Garborg i never liked Jæren growing up, but now theres like a piece of me missing when i am away from it. It is bland and ugly, yet beautiful and awe-striking.
The english translations are a little shoddily done by me because i couldn't find a translated version of Knudaheibrev online.
The quote in the back is:
"Jæren wasn’t supposed to be anything special. Least did I think it, except times when I forgot myself and completely out lived(?); and from others I never heard praise of my homeland. Uglier it seemed to me, the older I got. And without the least sigh I left that place. That it now can look so different, yet still look entirely the same? Or by that it still is entirely the same? These hills and bogs with mountains in east and ocean in west, it is the only land that feels right to me in the world. Other places can be pretty. This can be pretty or ugly. But it is mine. And in the end there must be some wisdom in this. Something we must have half forgotten. But that we will learn once more."
