crayons, masking tape, oscine bird postcards
Skånes konstförening , 2012
silent whistles of the birds,
lost in space,
longing for paradise,
My drawing “the golden dawn” plays with the dimensions of time and space. Amorphous forms promise the
observer another space behind the walls. Its a tricky promise because the observer might get lost while fixing
the traces of the crayons. Also the birds simulate a faked reality. We percept the birds while singing but they
are just dumb supernumeraries of a sound we are solely able to listen in our imagination.
The form of a fruit is falling down at the edge of the drawing. It referred to a sweet flavour and equally to a
marvellous unknown paradise.
The red river is floating in front of the drawing. We are not able to discover a source as well as the end of the
river. It seems that it starts behind the walls, maybe in the simulated space of the dark forms, and find its end
in a hole on the floor. The red colour might refer to a bloody river below the golden promise.