The Pillar
The Pillar
The Pillar
The Pillar
The Pillar
The Pillar

The Pillar

Stephen Gill
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Second Edition
December 2015 - January 2019
Photographs by Stephen Gill
Monoprints on endpapers by Stephen Gill
Words by Karl Ove Knausgård
Edited and sequenced by Stephen Gill
Design by Greger Ulf Nilson
Published by Nobody
31 colour plates and 95 quadtone black and white plates
224 pages incl. 1 gatefold
216 x 270 mm
Printed on Munken Pure, 170 gsm
Foil embossed three-part clothbound hardback
12-page saddle-stitched booklet with text
132 x 210 mm Printed on Takeo Satogami light green, 81 gsm Cover printed on Takeo Satogami sepia, 116 gsm
Printed at Narayana Press, Denmark
Bound at S.R Buege, Germany
Published in 2019


A pillar knocked into the ground next to a stream in a flat, open landscape, trees and houses visible in the distance, beneath a vast sky. That is the backdrop to all of Stephen Gill´s photographs in this book. We see the same landscape in spring and summer, in autumn and winter, we see it in sunshine and rain, in snow and wind. Yet there is not the slightest monotony about these pictures, for in almost every one there is a bird, and each of these birds opens up a unique moment in time. We see something that has never happened before and will never happen again. That it takes place in the midst of a landscape characterised by repetition, in which time is cyclical, sets up a keen existential dynamic: on the one hand, everything has happened before, there’s nothing new under the sun; on the other, every moment is unique and carries the hallmark of the miracle: what happens happens only once and never again.

But this wasn’t what I thought about the first time I looked at these photographs. In fact, I barely thought at all, for I was shaken, as a person so often is when confronted with an extraordinary work of art. I’d never seen birds in this way before, as if on their own terms, as independent creatures with independent lives. Ancient, forever improvising, endlessly embroiled with the forces of nature, and yet indulging too. And so infinitely alien to us.