Lovisa Wanker

After my postpartum embolism photographing my children with my phone became both a release and the only thing my brain could hold. 2012 I began photographing them among the rapeseed. As we lived surrounded by fields, the landscape came naturally. She is four years old, soon to turn five, yet her gaze and gravity seem almost adult, a kid on her way home from preschool. It has been raining; the air carries the scent of early summer. My children’s reluctance to “pose” created a layer to me.