(THIS ARTICLE IS MACHINE TRANSLATED by Google from Norwegian)
The image-sharing service Instagram now has its own tax declaration button, where you can announce that the image was produced via artificial intelligence (AI). It gives us a clue that the photograph's credibility as a witness of truth is no longer indisputable. In a conversation with Kjetil Karlsen, we asked what happens in his photos after they are taken:
"The post-processing varies whether I work digitally or analogue, with 120mm, 35mm or Polaroid. But to a large extent it is all about adjustments to light, color or contrasts, removal of contamination in the image and conversion to black and white if necessary."
But many of the images have a completely different effect than what can be observed with the naked eye – so what happens before the exposure:
"I have always been concerned with human emotions, why we feel the way we feel, interpersonal relationships and the nature that I have lived close to and in throughout my life. In this also lies the fascination and related questions that few of us want to relate to feelings where one gets closer to oneself and becomes more vulnerable – feelings that are just as important as joy and euphoria. In my pictures there will always be elements of melancholy, as that is where I recognize myself the most. There, the silence, closeness, time and creativity are most palpable and real."
"I often use physical filters when I work (e.g. textiles, a feather, glass, grass, water, etc.). I have to find these filters at the place where I work, as an additional element in the image. Other tools are long shutter speeds, movement, double exposures and imbalance.
I was introduced to photography by my great-mother in the mid-70s. With my first camera I documented events, and gradually more and more photographed bird species I was surrounded by. But as the years went by, interest faded, but then came the turning point: I was lying on my back in the heather one late summer, and a warm wind swept into the valley. I was lying close to a rushing river that drowned out all other sound. With a cigarette I looked up at the sky. Occasionally the straws blew in the wind, and pine tops came into view. The smell of the forest was strong, and the whole thing was a sensual pleasure. Then I thought: How can I recreate this feeling in one image? I have not yet been able to make that picture, but there began the path I am walking on now.
