Hannah Modigh - Sunday mornin' comin' down

På morgonen är man som naknast, utan ett endaste lager av skydd tvingad att möta ljuset och minnen man helst vill glömma. Bilderna på unga män i sårbara situationer i San Francisco handlar om att vakna upp med en ångest över saker som hänt och man bara vill fly ifrån. En historia, genom deras hud och blickar. Som inte bara handlar om var och vad de är just nu, utan vad som fört dom dit.

”Sunday mornin’ Comin’ Down - The fog over San Francisco is like warm breath on a window. It prevents us from seeing anything else but what is near. Tenderloin wakes up slowly every morning, but never sleeps. The only ones with hunger suction is all these bedbugs, waiting for you. There are walking men, women, and shemales for dollars along Post Street in new Orleans. Chance draws in the mist in the lungs and the brain turns off. Who wants to remember yesterday or be reminded of tomorrow? There are small puppies close under the trees sucking on the pipes in Golden Gate Park. Dirty nails are talking about their escape. How they hunt, hunt to forget, to forget how they hunt. The day is calm and the skin is indifferent. Emotions are distorted and controlled behind the skin. To wake up here, or in this single room occupancy is far from the church, turkey and hugs”

Hannah Modigh was born in Stockholm but spent big parts of her childhood in India and on österlen in the south of Sweden. She has during her adult life lived in Paris and Copenhagen and is now living and working in Stockholm.