Annual exhibition, studio installation

devotion 2026 stop motion video loop 51 sek

första rosen 2026 text and poetry installation, glass, paper, charcoal, rubber spill

life-, line 2026 plaster, charcoal

Lighten up, 2025, poetry on burnt paper, bulletin board, pin, 14 × 19 cm

Fading, 2025. pencil, acrylic, oil in linen, 24 × 18 cm

Ghost-writers, 2025, plaster, 26 × 38 cm

Lilla dagboken, 2025, plaster, 10 × 6 cm

(un-, re-) written, 2025, plaster, 26 × 38 cm

Frida, 2023, painted desk, objects, acrylic, dried flowers, books, glass, band, paper, collage, text and poetry, 80 × 130 cm

Cognitive dissonance in domestic abuse situations. Frida showcases common misconceptions regarding domestic violence and speaks about the importance and seriousness of the issue. Things that look magnificent on the outside can be repulsing when looking up close and the confusion which occurs is what keeps the one trapped and the cycle continuing. The work intends to shed a light on the large amount of women who ends up silenced after or during their abuse which leads to them ending up in the graveyards or stuck repeating cycles.

Han är den som gör mig glad, 2022, poetry, bookbinding, collage (Frida)

Själsband, 2023

Vänta inte på mig, 2025, oil on canvas, curtain 60 × 77 cm

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Life occurrences that places us in an absurd position where time cease to exist or matter and where the lines and limitations of existence are blurred and questioned. All that there is left of us are mere physical objects which seems to have become just stuff. Stuff we are attached to so badly, left behind for earth to handle.

What do we become? Stuff? Stoft? Can they still see us behind the veil? Are they still connected to the stuff? 

A young woman passed away where I now live, that is what my neighbors told me after a night out, as I was placing my bike in the shed. The storage room had been locked for some months and I didn’t have the courage to open it until i did. 

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Det som blev kvar / lost-and-found / goods, 2025. text, canvas, oil on wood, installation view

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I opened the storage room and was met with an old chair, fabrics and a lifetime of things, photographs, a lamp and a nightgown. Did no relative want her belongings? What happened to you? I wanted to honor her existence. She left a horseshoe nailed right above the front door in my apartment. Horse-shoes are for good luck, almost like I placed it there myself.

The things we leave behind. An emptiness, a stool filled with memories of a lifetime. Leaving to the next place, does objects become only things or do we leave something behind? A life not finished? I could not help but to think of if it was me. The storage room became mine like I was a ghost staring back at my life. What would I leave behind? Her stool mine. I never finished that painting.

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goods and lighten up, 2025. installation view

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Working with objects I can’t help but to think of the feeling of becoming one.

To become a lamp. An empty, reckless road of becoming human again. Existing only as a shell of myself, just waiting to be bought. 

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a letter to you, 2025. text on five folded papers, pins