An evening spent kayaking to a frozen island in Montana’s fierce winter.

STONETHROW

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Burnt Boy #765

Another therapy session.  

We talked about all the ways I've tried to make the pain go away; to make me go away. She was asking me questions about the future and I was giving her my usual replies like coating pills in honey and trying to sound less bitter. I was in the middle of a sentence, making a halfhearted survival plan when her eyes widened.  

“What did you just say?” she asked, a slight smile beginning to form on her cheeks.  

I couldn't remember. I was hardly paying attention to myself.  

“You said 'when I grow up' just now,” she said with a mix of satisfaction and joy.  

Did I? I didn't mean to use those words in particular.  

“Is that not normal?” I ask, already beginning to see where her excitement came from.  

“You've never once said that,” she replies, “I've been keeping track. You've been coming to see me for over a year and you've never used the word 'when' while referring to your future self.”  

She told me that we could end the session and talk about whatever I wanted for the rest of the hour. I had always used the word “if” when she'd ask me questions about my future. Until she pointed out the change, I had never even realized it was something that I did. She taught me about small, subconscious progress and the painfully slow road to coping. To someone who hasn't struggled with severe depression or suicide, this may seem insignificant... but to know that somewhere in the swirling darkness of my mind, there is hope for a future that I was certain had vanished is a monumental victory that I will cherish forever.  

These two images were made to represent the polarizing emotions attached to these two subconscious lines of thought:  

“WHEN I grow up.”  

“IF I grow up.”  

Maybe it was a choice I could make all along. And maybe someday that choice won't be so hard anymore.

when [if] I grow up

A peaceful moment in Alaska as the smoke from wildfires settles on the lake.

LINGERING

An endless expanse of ancient ice.

I wonder what memories are trapped in these layers of history? What record of humankind is preserved? Civilization, evolution, renaissance... eons passing by in the blink of an eye. For every melt there was a freeze, the land giving way to walls of ice that carved mountains as it passed by. Below the ice, lava boils in anticipation.

This photo is my artistic compliment to Salt and Dust. In Iceland, the "land of fire and ice", there is a balance of destruction and regeneration. There is a give and take between the violence and the tranquility. The chaos and the calm exist in perfect unison, shown in these images. 

Wisdom

seas call me home to you  
currents collide in your eyes  
behind that perfect shade of blue  
storms on the horizon  
light your iris with the lightning

dream over an ocean between us  
drums of a heartbeat and a promise  
you’ll never be without me for long  
goodbye doesn’t mean i’m gone  
i love you now, then, here, and all along  
your arms are the only place 
i don't feel alone

Heimþrá

In the quiet gloom and the peaceful darkness, we stoke fires within us to keep us warm. There are moments when the brand of toil and sacrifice presses into our skin, marking our suffering as a sign of life. 

With graveyards built behind our eyes, we find the light dwindling as winter sets into our souls. The blue that led us this far becomes black in the absence of hope.

And yet, beyond the oppressive weight of the dying world around us, we find reasons to pay attention to what brightness remains. The gentle snowfall, the disappearance of our tracks. Where we've been never mattered so little. 

In this erasure of our faults, under a blanket of new beginnings we find more clarity than ever. As the ice floats down from a kinder sky, the land beneath forgets that we were ever there.

Vigil

An airdrop for those who have collected all 12 editions from my "Crowns" project. Holding this edition will ensure that the collector also receives any future airdrops for Crowns.

CROWNS

Remember Me

The glow of boiling lava through new earth. 

RECTIFY

CROWNS: a jubbish project

All proceeds of this sale will be donated to fire and disaster relief funds for Maui after the devastating island fire of 2023.

Shaka

From the Heart - 6Tr1WZH0Cb

"Home" (Norwegian)

Captured in Norway many years ago, this was one of the first images I ever took that made me feel like I could really pursue a career in art. I had taken thousands of images before this one, but something about it has stuck with me all these years. It serves as a reminder to me that no matter what point greatness finds you in your journey, that feeling can far outlast the failures in between.

Heim

chasing the brightest stars across the darkest skies, trying to focus on the light and ignore all the lies

Once in a Long, Long While

jubbish

A small hut in the hills of Corsica, unaware of the changings of the world. A place lost in time to simplicity and peace. 2023.

Frobisher

Jubbish Editions

The mighty Preikestolen, a 600 meter drop into a fjord in southwestern Norway. I relate this photo to my battle with depression over the last 12 years. There are moments in my life when there is no escape from the darkness in my mind, and even standing "on top of the world" still feels like gazing into an inescapable abyss. On the edge of destruction, staring death in the face and making the choice every day to step back from the ledge and keep fighting is my reality, echoed in this photo. 

Abyss

For a few moments the sun broke from the arms of the gods, bursting through the violent skies and turning the hail around us into soft, shimmering snowflakes. Failure is never easy, but there is solace to be found in the pursuit of beauty that reminds us to seek out the most wondrous things in the harshest conditions. This photo, taken just after our decision was made to abandon our quest for the summit, embodies what I love about both photography and mountaineering: The glory of the journey. 

D E F E A T

Foundation

On the tip of every held tongue, balanced on the back of every broken heart, there are words we wish that we had said when it's all said and done. At the edge of a sea filled with dreams, where the waves rise to meet the sky, there are dreams that we'll have to set free... but we're young. We are the sum of all that we have met, worth more than the wounds that make us who we are but still a far cry from innocence. Empires rise and fall within our minds, in the blink of an eye or the whirlwind of time, we are reborn each moment we choose to carry on. There is no pain greater than the loss of hope, not the cut of a dagger or the fire of a dragon's breath. Bleeding our hearts across each page, we craft the tale of our lives in victories and defeats, mountain peaks and the swirling doom. Be the hero of your own story. The enemy clawing at your courage can only last the night, and there is a fire burning on the horizon. If you are the fire inside that sunrise, the darkness won't stand a chance. 

"Our world is one of balance. Just as there is light to drive away darkness, so too is there benevolence to banish evil.” —Zelda

Heart of Hylia

Beautiful minds and bleeding hearts is all we have to offer one another. A gift and a curse, blurring the lines between the demons we battle and the ones we befriend. The heaviest burden is the one we carry inside our chests, laced with love and ready for war. Lungs lit with hope and smoke and all the words we never said, killing our youth in search of who we are. We bear this weight like an anvil, seeking the brightest stars in the darkest skies but barely able to lift our eyes to the light above us. Weren’t we going to change the world? Maybe we never stood a chance, but at least these lucid dreams keep us safe for now. You are the only light left in my eyes, and in this dream, we are immortal to all that we have made. Our souls roar like lions and echo through the ears of the demons we left behind. Life’s a mess, but we must survive. 

Life's a Mess

SuperRare

Veil

A stunning display of power from the mighty Strákur frá Vatnsleysu. With a coat of splashed white and piercing blue eyes, Strákur is the product of many generations of perfect breeding. Son of the famous Glampi frá Vatnsleysu, Strákur is a massive stallion who refuses to go unseen. Raised in the rugged Westfjords of Iceland, he could be found galloping down the volcanic beaches or basking in slivers of golden light that broke through the clouds. Although he no longer resides in Iceland, the coastline still remembers the thunder of his hooves and the Atlantic still yearns for the depth of his eyes. What a gift we have been given to be able to witness such beasts, and to share this land with them. In the Land of Fire & Ice, Strákur frá Vatnsleysu is a name held in folklore and respected by all. Prize of the Vatnsleysa line, Strákur will never be forgotten by the lands that raised him.

Accompanying this NFT is a black and white photo of Strákur that has never been seen before by anyone except me, the artist, and you, the collector. The internet does not know that this photo exists, and now it is yours to do with as you please. Feel free to hide it away, print it, mint it as its own NFT or share it with the world.

Strákur frá Vatnsleysu

Rarible

The end of desolation, the rebirth of pain.

with my eyes wide

the stone below the water

midsommar

A kiss under the Corsican sky, a goodbye that will echo throughout the rooms of a now hollow heart for as long as it beats. Eyes bright with ambition and filled with mourning. 

Our only path to peace is learning to revel in the beauty of what was instead of grieving what could have been.

La Paix

And there we were, sun kissed skin on glowing rocks with glistening water droplets we stole from the river tracing the shapes of our bodies. 

And there we were, forgetful of the way it felt to be young and weightless as our aging minds unraveled the memories we once cherished.

jay (jubbish)

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