About Mattias Olsson
I guess I began to “wake up” with the 9/11 attacks. Not with the attacks themselves – rather with how they were handled. What types of questions were asked afterwards. What types of explainations were given.
We were all in shock. I lived in Brooklyn at the time, and witnessed the second plane strike from my roof. The weeks and months following were really weird. I found myself glued to the television a lot. I was trying to understand what had happened and why it had happened. I mean really understand it. But all I heard from the “experts” on TV were that these were “evil doers” who were “jealous with our freedom” and that the best thing we could do to help the situation, really, was to go shopping or hit a Broadway show.
Something started to smell really fishy from there. And it made me question all sorts of things. Like why are chicken breasts so large? And so cheap? And why is it that growth is portrayed in media as something positive? It got me reading up on history. On civilisation. It got me reading Naomi Klein, Charles Eisenstein, Daniel Quinn and Chelis Glendinning. And Eckhart Tolle.
Several aspects of my life took a new turn. I left New York for Sweden and moved to the country side. I started growing my own food, baking my own bread and brewing my own beverages. I started reading newspapers less often and with a more critical eye. I started questioning my own urges to buy stuff, in particular technological stuff like cameras and computers (all of the work on this site were made with gear that is now 10 years old and still going strong).
As far as my working life, my “career”, that had been so heavily hinged upon craving acceptance from the “film business”, wanting to be approved through selections of my work to prestigeous film festivals and through cooperation with fancy tv networks … well, that all changed too.
Life is short. And long. But which ever way you look at it, it’s going to come to an end. There’s going to be that point of being old (hopefully) and looking back at your days. And I’ll bet anything that prestigeous film festivals will NOT be what’s on my mind when that day comes. The only thing that’ll matter will be the connections I’m part of. With family. With friends. With nature.
And maybe this will also matter: have I been true to myself in this lifetime? Have I been true to the inner workings of my stomach and my soul? To my gut feeling, to that which inspires me, to that which makes me feel good on a deep level?
The films that I conceive and present through this window that I’ve chosen to call Campfire Stories are a manifestation of those inner workings. Some of them might eventually be screened in some fancy film festival, or reach millions through some tv network. But that’s not the point or the purpose. The point and the purpose is that they arise, manifest and, if I’m lucky, resonate with others.