Performance at the event Waiting for the Sun 15. november 2019 at Black Box theater. From 20:30-07:00. Stream of consciousness, on various walls, stairs, toilets….ongoing, all night.
How can I capture a moment, the time there and then that I’m in right now? My thoughts, the stream of thoughts that flow through my head, mixed with everything I see, have dreamed, have happened. Going past the self-censorship. I write down everything, becoming an instrument where the flow of thought passes through me and out onto the wall, down to the floor, as spoken words.
photo: Jonas Mailand
Video of performance, 2018
Kunstplass contemporary Oslo, 2019
jeg pleide å bo her (I used to live here), stream of consciousness, ink on paper, 1700x400 cm, voice recording, 10 min, 2018
Slurpen aktivitetshus, 2018
"mens vi synger kjente sanger på full fart inn i tunellen i total bevisstløshet"
How to capture a moment, thoughts, dreams and moments for March month, cut directly into wood plates, every day.
From the HIT exhibition at Haugaland museet, 2019.
Foto: Haugalandmuseet/Grethe Nygaard.
Winter Solstice night exhibition 2018
Photo: Øystein Thorvaldsen
Woodcut on paper, BFA final exhibition, Khio,2018, 440x310 cm
photo: Istvan Virag
“vil støvet følge etter meg” woodcut on paper, extracts from my diary
Jyväskylä International Print Triennial, Finland, 2019
Installation, woodcut on paper, 2017, 1500x110 cm
R.K BUrt Gallry, London,
“hva var vi” woodcut on textile, extracts from my diary
My diaries where never ment for you, they are my words, my private words, my sanctuary, where I can think freely, uncensored. I read through all the diaries again, it's uncomfortable, like watching myself from the outside, watching myself naked, naked words, naked opinions, not meant for anyone else, not meant to be read again, not meant for me now.
Installation, woodcut on textile, voice recorder, 2017, 500x260 cm
Tegnerforbundet, Oslo, 2017
"Ingen hører til her mer enn du", (No one belongs here more then you), with the project I investigate, what does it mean to belong, is it a state? a place? Do I have to belong somewhere?
I've always been fascinated by photography; the ability to capture the moments I see. I got my first camera when I was 7 years old. I'm looking, searching for places that interest me, that bring me memories of my life, the undefined, that I cannot see. I seek while I drive past, a glimpse, a feeling that is left, captured by camera, a moment - a trace of time. I try to capture what I do not see but that is there – in the corner of my eye. Landscapes perceived through the side window, like in an old movie, I listen to what these landscapes can convey. Can I belong here?
photo, drawing and hand sewing, on paper
Installation, Galleri Fisk, Bergen, 2017 1200x250 cm
Installation, Galleri Seilduken, Oslo, 2017, 1150x300 cm
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