fålla min fålla

In Paris I saw enclosers. They protected us from deep holes. And they were beautiful. And in my field of vision I have dots. From when the ground beneath my feet disappeared. Black wide mouths. Dents. Cone cavity. I see them on my retina. Everywhere I look. It is part of my vision now. And everything that comes after I want to reveal. Unfold. As a reminder. It keeps on bleeding through, re-visiting me. Is it there to warn or protect? Like an omen.

Confined for the night to fertilize with its ordure the place on which the fold was made

Installation views and details from the exhibition fålla min fålla, at Van Etten in Oslo, Norway, 2022.

Mixed Media (Two foldable iron metal structures, bolts and mutters, welded text, folded silicone tied with orange strap, butterfly pin, two old perforated metal tart baking molds, wing-mirror casted in silicone, bent iron sheet stripes, flower in zinc metal, broken ceramic cup and balloon in glass, old foldable camping table [red], casted traffic cone in silicone, wing-shaped mirror, dried coneflower [Rudbeckia] attached to a sunbleached clothespin, joined together with a found necklace chain and a metal tart baking mold pierced with tiny holes, three cones casted in plaster, blue beach towel, carved wooden apple, newspaper and glass scallop, airbrushed and sanded aluminum with a necklace, Five of Spades in vax and sand. Dimensions variable.

Photography by Tor Simen Ulstein, and the artist.

Exhibition supported by Kulturrådet