Visions Of Virarium
Excavated, molded, enrooted we made ourselves fly, but we wanted to dig down instead. All the the dreams from the past. Those dreams are us, even though the time has surpassed us, and we started dreaming backwards, instead of forward. A river now going upstream, since we were told it couldn’t so.
“I dream of a fable, a fable within myself.
Building towers unto towers, and the stones once washed away, should be picked by the blue storks and they put the dust into their nest where the sun shines highest here. Who can tell the truth from the false while not even knowing what false lies behind the truth. I trained, oh father, in my tower of dead cold stone, and wrecking winds, roared like crows leaving the bitter red teeth of the dragon. Oh father, you make me kill things that don’t exist. Fantasy fables of your mind creations will not shape me, nor break our bloodline shackles. All thee left is the shadow of a kingdom whose shadow when cast, will shade and shiver the north sided flowers, and forever cast stones molded earth will lie there and rot…”
Granit sculptures 30x15 cm
Fluorescent serigrafi printet blanket 145x200 cm