Solo exhibition at Stundars Museum, Solf Finland 2017
Fabric, paint, plexiglass, stones, paper, poetry
Visiting the same place at different times, seeing the story unfolding itself in multiple layers. How to paint that map?
I returned and lived this landscape during several years. I know every forest, corner, stone and building.
I climb the watchtower at the shore for the same reason I do art, for a change of perspective. 5 meters above ground and I see you in a kayak out on the water. In the snow, on land, running, swimming, drowning. Different times, different people. How can this place be the same when it exist in so many variations inside me already?
There are no places left without ghosts and voices. It is time to leave and I want to gift a farewell, all this and more can not pass unnoticed.
So I paint my map and I sculpt with the painting. In the exhibition my land is slowly moving in the warm air of a fen, weightless, see-through. Accompanied by paintings of watchtowers and stones. The words are fragments of relationships attached to this place.
Part of the poems written on the stones in the exhibition:
Hide all sharp objects
eat no pebbles
swim not too far out in the sea
I dug up all the sharp objects
and ate all the pebbles
and swam very far out in the sea
I was prepared with wedges and hammers
on a block of stone far out in the archipelago
with strength in arms and the decision to write
once and for all
the epic tale about you and me
a dark and powerful story I carried within me
but well beside the stone wall
with the hands on the tools
I breathed in and out
is it so important really
and so I was free