The river flows like a living artery in a landscape
of islets. Skirting a steadfast islet the strong current is forced to give
away. There is magic in the water of the river. There is space, presence and
depth. To follow the migration of the salmon is to journey and to return.
To return to your birthplace. Man has always possessed this knowledge. Maybe
it creates a sort of faith in survival; coming together in a concerted way
to create. The eternal thundering of rapids and moving water is intoxicating
and dangerous. It attracts the traveller with its unimaginable heights and
depths. Maj-Siri Österlings pictures have infinite force, born out of the
Tornea River.
