To recap: I have been spending my time on Hovedøya in my boat for over 8 weeks. During this time I have been monitoring the Pacific oysters (C gigas). Until this summer I have never observed such oysters (or any other oysters) in the six year period of living aboard a boat. My first observations of such oysters in July 2017 were scattered patches of oysters – some smallish, others looking more mature – about 25 of them on the edge of the stoney beach besides my boat. Since then the water has been clouded by sporadic bouts of rain, high winds, higher temperatures causing green sheens of algae, all of which has hidden the underwater world.
Liminal territories – amphibious spaces
Likewise, when looking across to Serbia over the Danube River from a hilltop at St. Helena, Banat, Romania in June.
Since April I’ve been staying on my boat on Hovedøya, just one of the little islands in the inner Oslo fjord. Large parts of the island are protected by the Cultural Heritage Act. This is were I live in the summer season. I mostly stay on the island unless I really need to leave (for example, to buy provisions), even though the city is very close. Almost every day I clear up the stoney beach close to the jetty, finding all kinds of plastic, glass, syringes and a lot of other rubbish washed up on the shore. Today I found something quite alien and alive.
Amanda Steggell and Hans-Jørgen Wallin Weihe travelled by plane from Oslo, while I travelled from Berlin to Vienna. We all took a bus from Vienna to Brno. From Brno we travelled with another bus for twelve hours during the night through Hungary and Romania to Sfinta Elena by the River Danube in the most southwestern region of Romania on the border of Serbia. This region is called Banat.
Notes on what is not spoken about and on silence
This spring I have had the opportunity to participate in a small gathering at what is called Fordypningsrommet at the island group of Fleinvær the 20th. 21st and 22nd of January (www.fordypningsrommet.no). The small group of people gathered were all occupied of what is not spoken about – being at Fleinvær – windblown islands outside of Bodø – meant that we were gathered for days only relating to the others and our surroundings. We shared topics not normally spoken about. Some of them rather personal, some about questions hard to address with words and better expressed through music, movement, visualising and art.