© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

© Mikael Kennedy

Alone he walks… over towering hills and through barren, frozen lands… across empty plains, through icy creeks... slowly moving ahead through the quiet-soft-white valley snow. His footsteps trace the land, they are the only mark that is left as he moves onward and ahead. Death and cold surround him but he will go on... his mortality taunts him, it is always with him, silenty moving like a shadow next to him... but he does not fear it. His breath gives a tiny comfort and it reminds him of what true warmth must feel like. It moves across his face… struggling like a friend trying to give him heat. His legs ache, his heart hurts, his spirit longs for the comfort, the solace, he misses security… he remembers vaguely what “home” feels like but it has been so long… he struggles on… looking for the “home” that he has lost. He does not know where it went, why it left him... he can't remember when it happened... he knows not where to find it… or how to get it back, but still... he goes on. Long is the road and perilous are its ways… death surrounds him, taunts him, teases him... but “home” awaits, "home" calls for him… somewhere... out there. His spirit will not die, he will not give up... his body pleads with him to stop... but, he goes on. A fire burns somewhere deep, hidden inside of him and that is his sustenance… that is his hope. The land around him, before him, behind him... it will serve as a barrier but also... it is his ally…

He will go on…


So is the tale that is Mikael Kennedy’s “The Odysseus”… at once romantic and intimate, yet empty and isolated. This epic visual journey is filled with longing, it is filled with beauty and also death. The potential to lose your way, to wander is heavy and loss, oh yes, loss looms all around. This is a parable, it is not simply a narrative… this is something with substance, this is more then some loose connection of photographs, it is something more. This grand visual feast pulls at that romantic core in all of us… of home and its innate feeling, how it pulls us, calls to us, yearns inside of us… and of what means to be alive… to have a soul… and to be human.


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Regards,

Doug Rickard