Donna Svennevik

"LOOKING FOR ELSEWHERE" Gallery Show

"Looking for Elsewhere" is a distillation of photographs from two distinct subjects. The first subject consists of self-portraits and images from family life taken in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. The second chronicles time spent developing close and trusting bonds with members of the Dirty Ones, a gang of young men mostly of Puerto Rican heritage. The photographs were made during the same time. These two seemingly disparate collections of images both feature immigrant families making their respective ways through the world and the wilds of Brooklyn. 

Despite their differences, the two collections emerge in eerie and intimate conversation with each other. Each single photograph it’s own tiny universe, but all gathering from the same source. 

My grandparents were first-generation immigrants from Sweden and Norway, and struggles with addiction and depression were omnipresent in our home and then in me. The portraits of my family are warm and affectionate, but always haunted by the dual realities of hope and struggle, joy and sorrow. Similarly, the images of the Dirty Ones bear testament to bonds of trust and loyalty built over time, but in them, also, there runs an inescapable awareness of the brutal realities of gangland violence and incarceration these young men faced and would continue to face for many years. The young woman in my own self-portraits dots the landscape of the collection; an expressive, yearning and complicated presence. With a whole life still ahead of her, she is a recurring sonar echo calling out to a future self and asking to be seen, understood, and perhaps, spirited out of Brooklyn. 

The individuals featured in the portraits—myself, brother, parents, and grandparents on one hand, and the twins Edgar and Edwin and other members of the Dirty Ones on the other—lived parallel lives within shouting distance of each other at the far edge of a great American metropolis during a tumultuous decade in US history. Separated by a few years and a few city blocks, the two worlds are distinct from each other, but the same threads of grief, suffering, joy, bittersweet humor, longing, and ultimately, survival infuse both. 

  • My unconscious was the Art Director here. I set up the tripod outside and then had to run in and pose before the timer ran out. The photo god’s were with me this day.
  • Along with all the great stuff in our house growing up - love, humor, generosity - there was also alcoholism. When my brother Mark was born I had an ally. There is nobody who can make me laugh as much as he can, especially when we are talking about our family.
  • Jenny and Sixten lived in a small one bedroom apartment for most of their lives. It was mainly his alcoholism that limited their lives. He was a beast when he drank and a kitten when sober. Mom told me on the day he got paid they could hear him ranting and cursing walking down the street drunk. He would push Mom and Jenny around, Mom told me that when she got married she told Sixten she would kill him if he harmed Jenny. We got the call often from Jenny that Sixten was drunk and Dad had to go over and straighten him out. When I was newly sober I visited him in the hospital near the end of his life. I felt such love, compassion and forgiveness for him and also a deep resonance - we had the same disease and by some kind of mystical grace I was released from it.
  • Thanksgiving was always at Grandma Jenny’s house in Brooklyn. Jenny was a very humble and dear woman, known for a lot of pithy sayings. My favorite was, “Da mens only vant von ting, don’t give it to dem!”
  • They lived on 56th Street and 9th Avenue their whole life. Neither of them ever learned to drive a car. Born in Sweden and Norway, they met in a shoe store in Brooklyn. He affectionately called her a “monkey” and she called him “da volf”. They had pretty thick Scandinavian accents.
  • Borghild, born in Norway, was a fascinating and creative woman. She was the best cook of the family, an artist who painted in oils, a singer, and she gave great parties. She took me to Paris when I was 13 and we went to the Folies Bergere. It was the first time I saw a naked woman in public. She suffered from depression, her Brother Chris hung himself in the basement of his apartment in Brooklyn. Years later Norman the son of Chis killed himself.
  • Sixten was born in Sweden and was married to Jenny. He had a Jekyll and Hyde drinking problem. Alcohol changed his personality drastically. The family would say, “Sixten don’t drink so much. Drink like us.” He was the sweetest, kindest man when he was sober. Everyone thought that his drinking was a matter of willpower. Little did we know that he had alcoholism which no amount of willpower could control.
  • Self Portrait - Punk Kids Smoking
  • The men carried briefcases and wore hats at the time. Why I didn’t have any pants or shirt on, I do not know.
  • My parents were on a trip so I did self portraits in the house wearing their clothes. Like I said before my unconscious was clearly running the show.The mink stole was so exotic and smelled of Shalimar perfume.
  • Doris is the only child of Sixten & Jenny. She and her mother were close, Jenny would come over and they would bond by cleaning the house together. Mom wanted me and her to do that but I hated cleaning. Sixten had a terrible problem with his drinking, it stunted their life. Sixten being a professional union painter, always painted our house, he would carry his personal brushes in a small suitcase, when rollers brushes came out Sixten looked down on them. Jenny had dementia at the end, she’d go walking in high heels at two in the morning. When Jenny died, Sixten was in the hospital, I’ll never forget the look on his face when we told him Jenny had died.
  • Barbie dolls were a revelation; they were sexual beings. Barbie had a waist, hips, breasts, long hair and eyeliner. I played with Barbie and Ken with my friend, Steffi who lived across the street. Her mother, Rose, killed herself. After that, there was not much tenderness in her house. When she was 17, she hitchhiked across the country to Washington State, as far away from Bay Ridge as she could get. I wanted to get out of Brooklyn too.
  • Dad loved a party; he loved a social situation; he loved being in the company of other men. He was a “Johnny Carson” kind of guy.
  • I showed this picture to her, she’s 88 now, I asked her what she was thinking. “I was bored” she said. It was a different time. Mom was a housewife and when my brother and I were old enough she went back out into the world. Doris was a feminist, belonging to Women’s Group, she also got a job working with doctors. She was an artist and an award winning flower arranger. Doris loves flowers more than anyone I have ever known. She has some dementia now. The best time has been the spring and summer when I buy lots and lots of plants and we put them in pots on the back porch. She marvels at the colors and the intricacies of the flowers. But now because of her dementia, she always thinks they need water so she overwaters them, killing them. This makes so sad, I guess I’m trying to hold on to the past and the good times with the flowers.
  • The rabbit was right outside our house in Bay Ridge. Rabbits were a common pet way back then. I am struck by how tenderly Mark is holding him. In almost every house when we were growing up, there were kids our age. The neighborhood was predominately Irish and Italian - Catholics. Absolutely no diversity whatsoever. Our family being Scandinavian /Presbyterian, was somewhat shunned by all the Catholics on the block.
  • This picture was early in my self-portrait series. For most of the self-portraits I would set the camera on a tripod and use a separate self-timer that you twist into the shutter release button. I must have unconsciously been trying to express my sadness and longing in this photo.
  • I know it was very early morning, I did that so nobody would be watching. I was still self conscious then, not so much anymore. I hated living in that house with my parents, I was in a very rebellious stage. I liked the Grateful Dead they liked The Tijuana Brass, I wanted to drink carrot juice, smoke marijuana, drop LSD and not wear a bra. I always felt rejected and I guess I was always rejecting them. I set up a tripod and screwed in a self timer device. I remember loving my top and the skirt I was wearing, it was summer.
  • My parents Bob and Doris both had a good sense of humor. I set up the tripod with the camera and the self timer, I think it was Dad’s idea to put on the hats. I’m sure The Tijuana Brass was playing on the stereo. Grandma Borghild - Tom’s wife is missing, she was the first one to die.
  • Shot on Kodachrome 25, my favorite film. I was desperate for subjects to photograph and the closest were my family and mostly my brother Mark. I think if I remember correctly I hijacked him to the beach because the light was so good that day. He was mad and he wouldn’t turn around - I think it made the photo better.
  • Edgar & Glenda
  • Everyone looks relaxed in this photo far away from the posing and the violence of the street. One night I was at their home interviewing them with a cassette recorder and the TV was on in the background. That night a murder was committed. I became their alibi witness. The TV in the background placed them at home at a specific time and helped to prove their innocence.
  • Edgar and Edwin were arrested for the murder of a rival gang member. I happened to be with them that night  - recording an interview and photographing them. I became their alibi witness. The first trial was thrown out. Edgar and Edwin had to wait in jail for 2 and a half years for the second trial. I testified on their behalf again and they were exonerated. While the brothers were in jail waiting, their younger brother was killed out in the mean streets of Sunset Park -  Brooklyn.
  • Edwin and Edgar are twin brothers and were the leaders of The Dirty Ones gang. I felt close to these guys and ended up photographing them more than the others. Whatever happened I photographed it. When they went to jail, I went too.
  • I would visit the guys in Sunset Park. We’d walk around the abandoned buildings looking for interesting locations for photos. They went up in this window and then they took out the guns, I said point them towards me. As I was shooting the picture, I noticed the bullets in the chamber and I remember feeling fear. Then I remembered I trusted them.At opening night of the show I asked Edgar and Edwin to speak. Edwin said that when I started coming around to photograph them he and the guys were talking about me. They said {quote}What - is Donna naive?{quote} Edwin said {quote}No -  Donna is brave{quote}. I teared up when I heard this.
  • Edwin and Edgar were probably 17 when we met. I noticed that the twins had undeniable leadership qualities. After all they were the leaders of The Dirty Ones. I liked them and felt an affinity for them.
  • After not seeing them for over 30 years, we were like survivors of a shipwreck, reunited. They are alive; they survived; I survived. I wept with joy.
  • When I met Edgar and Edwin, I knew we were from different worlds. I introduced myself as a photographer; I told them I was interested in photographing them and I would bring them prints each time I visited. I went to the christening of their son; I went to the cemetery when they buried a friend; I went to the police station when they got arrested; I visited them in jail. When they were indicted for committing murder, I became their alibi witness in two trials. They were finally acquitted.
  • One of the members, Richie, had been killed by another gang. When we went to the cemetery there was no stone, so the guys made a makeshift cross. Amidst all the gravestones, the wooden cross seemed so lonely. Edwin said this was the saddest photo of all.
  • Mom called and said, “I can’t get Dad up. I think he is dead.” I remember feeling the vacancy as I walked into the room. I sat in a chair at his bed for hours waiting for my brother, Mark to come from Long Island. I decided to photograph the scene, because that’s what I always do. I placed my feet next to Dads, then Sparky jumped up on the bed; being photographed was familiar to him. Dad's wish was to die in his own bed and never to go to a hospital again. He was in his normal sleep position there were no signs of struggle. Some months before he told us to go out in Mark's boat and spread his ashes in the ocean - he said on the leeward side not the windward side, he never lost his sense of humor.
  • I was honored to be invited to the christening, to be so intimately involved. Everyone was dressed in their Sunday best and there was a pig roast, something I had never seen. Thirty years later that same little boy contacted me because he had seen pictures of his father - Edwin, on my website.
  • This was a prevalent sentiment in the  1970's & 1980’s. It was a time before gentrification and hipsters. It was a very different Brooklyn - especially Sunset Park.
  • The guys would hang out in the street wearing their gang-colors. In an effort to bring stability to the neighborhood the police would bring the guys in for disorderly conduct. From Edgar’s body language this was a routine occurrence. Brooklyn was a much different place in 1980 than it is today in 2018. I would shoot whatever happened on the day that I was with them.
  • I would visit and photograph the Dirty Ones once a week, I’d drive over to Sunset Park and get out of the car and stand there for awhile and then all the guys would appear. We’d walk around abandoned buildings and one of these was a sort of clubhouse where they could hang out. The guys always paid a lot of attention to their “outlaw” attire I thought they looked wild and great.
  • Crazy (Ricky Ortiz) is sniffing glue to get high. He went to Florida and died a couple years ago. He drowned in the ocean.
  • Tom was born in Norway and died at 100. All the way up to his death he was still living in his apartment and being picked up by widows for dates, three times a week. He might have been the most “realized being” in our family. His patience and kindness awed us all.
  • Edwin, me and Edgar - Reunion
  • ACTRESS
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