Fever Dream

In the textile material there is fabric of a past time, secrets that slowly disappear into oblivion. The thread is scratched up, mended and worn out. I grope in the dark, my body is wet from the fever, the fabric clings to my spine. Everything goes in cycles. Like a heartfelt journey that needs to be recreated.

Textile, sculpture and film 
Exhibit at Galleri Majnabbe, Feb 2024.Gothenburg

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