Ivy
Thread by thread, I let it grow, as “[...] the setting sun, a metaphor for death and resurrection; ivy, a symbol of immortality” (Ellsworth, Kristan p.6)*. I let the black threads lie along the almost two meter body.
When I finished the work, I was awakened by a discomfort within me that I can not really explain, so I started calling the work "she". It was as if the work was beginning to become a human being. Someone who was with me.
It was no longer a skirt made of threads but something else. The work evoked an emotional narrative within me. I felt something for it, it was something unpleasant, something scary. Was this what I was looking for?
I call her Ivy.
*Ellsworth, Kristan (2017) VICTORIAN MOURNING: SOMETHING WOKE
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When I finished the work, I was awakened by a discomfort within me that I can not really explain, so I started calling the work "she". It was as if the work was beginning to become a human being. Someone who was with me.
It was no longer a skirt made of threads but something else. The work evoked an emotional narrative within me. I felt something for it, it was something unpleasant, something scary. Was this what I was looking for?
I call her Ivy.
*Ellsworth, Kristan (2017) VICTORIAN MOURNING: SOMETHING WOKE
Sculpture,thread
2022
As a part of my graduation work
exhibit at Kronhuset in Gothenburg
2022
As a part of my graduation work
exhibit at Kronhuset in Gothenburg
