KROma

My thoughts are very intense at this moment, I am trying to hold on to all the ideas flashing in my mind like lightning. The exhibition at KROma in Blekinge, this September is closing in...The building is fantastic. The space claim ones presence, both physiqally and emotionally. Voices, vibrant and clear resconance within these walls and I do not know how to make this space justice. Can my work be integrated to this vasst amount of air without erasing the perception of ancient voices whispering and caressing these white covered walls? I do belive so. I am breathless and drained. Slowly, so slowly I am filling up, and I aspire to address the legacy of the honarable and humble utters and traces of time dwelling whithin these halls. For now, I rest...

oblivion

...Remembrances of places lost cast their shadows on us. An inner well, filled with memories, abundance of riches, little secrets waiting to be rediscovered and brought up to the surface. Paper thin layers of distinct patterns are made from powdered and fused enamels, to represent fragments of different recollections and dreams. These are attached hot and placed between layers of transparent glass, creating translucent glass worlds. Here they become visual traces of yesterdays past, trapped in time, for all eternity...