Calling Shapes, Beckoning Shadows
I grew up in a concrete house surrounded by a garden of stones. The house was painted white, and dry pink flowers grew in pots that lined the dusty perimeter. I liked to take a jar of water and walk around the house painting pictures on the rough walls. Almost as soon as I made an image, it would disappear.
Østlandsutstillingen, Nitja, Lillestrøm, Norway
Der Ferne no nah, Museum Villa Rot, Ulm, Germany
Kösk Galleri, Oslo, Norway
Handmade book dummies