What a strange creatures they were – playing with their miniature china sets and plastic dolls. I couldn´t join in, because I didn´t know how to play tea-party. I felt alienated and an outsider.

But at the same time there was a photographer developing inside me – always observant, maintaining a complete silence.
I had found my own soundless voice.

Sari Poijärvi, photographic artist, MA
Kullervonkatu 32 A 18, FI-00610 Helsinki, Finland
saripoijarvi(at)hotmail.com

I for an eye

The asphalt jungle was my playground, in the heart of Helsinki. The urban landscape, where everything was black. The only green living thing was the ivy crawling on the brick wall, and some suffering maple trees on the back yard.

My best friends were two little boys from our building that was built in 1891.
The building itself felt like a forest, echoes of our sounds bouncing from the walls.

The first time I met other little girls was at the kindergarten.