Mon ciel, mi cielo. What do you really mean?
Exhibition in Skaftfell, Seyðisfjörður, Iceland. 2020. Paired with works by Benedikt Guðmundsson (1907-1960), an amateur painter and butcher.
Hvað ertu raunverulega að meina?
What Do You Really Mean?
Mynd af himni
(með ljósmynd eftir Konráð Guðmundsson)
(með ljósmynd eftir Konráð Guðmundsson)
Picture of sky
(with photo by Konráð Guðmundsson)
(with photo by Konráð Guðmundsson)
I look for reflections. In a halo around the sun. In shimmering clouds in an evening sky, seen on a photo taken through the window by an astonished man losing grip on everything except his sense for beauty. Losing memory and rationality but holding on to beauty like a kite. In direct touch through a tense cord. Then it all lies there in this photograph that the camera added the date to.
Hin einu sönnu málverk
The one true paintings
Pink smudge. Unaware traces of colours, the one and true paintings. The colour just transfers accidentally to the surface or stops there on the way somewhere else. The colour that was somehow dissolved from a to do list and smudged on to the plastic and paper lying next to it for years in the drawer. The kick of finding it. They can’t pretend to be anything else. They just exist. Never even meant to exist so they can’t be deceiving.
Pink smudge. Unaware traces of colours, the one and true paintings. The colour just transfers accidentally to the surface or stops there on the way somewhere else. The colour that was somehow dissolved from a to do list and smudged on to the plastic and paper lying next to it for years in the drawer. The kick of finding it. They can’t pretend to be anything else. They just exist. Never even meant to exist so they can’t be deceiving.
HÖGGMYND
Deceipt allures. And what’s under the surface, certainly, and on the other side, the reverse. 360 degree view of the plane. The kick of dragging a copper plate with a terminator sticker across the black paper and seeing the gold appear and the black dust gather and stop where the plate stops. Shivers. Disclosure. Only revealing what was always there.
Deceipt allures. And what’s under the surface, certainly, and on the other side, the reverse. 360 degree view of the plane. The kick of dragging a copper plate with a terminator sticker across the black paper and seeing the gold appear and the black dust gather and stop where the plate stops. Shivers. Disclosure. Only revealing what was always there.
SCULPTURE
Ljóð Harry skipstjóra um blekkingu og tál
Captain Harry´s poem about lure and deception
Deception, deception, lure,
deception, lure, lure, lure
.
Deception, deception, lure,
deception, lure, lure, lure
.
Þetta var hér
This was here
Standard sizes.
Never crossed its mind that it would be shown to anyone so it never thought of making itself presentable. That’s why nothing can be cut or edited. Just placed and composed. Put into context. Find the moments when something is speaking to us. Telling us something about something other than itself.
Hetja
Lightweight (Hero)
Mynd
Picture
Picture
Teikning
Drawing
Drawing
The tape repeats FORSIGTIG – FRAGILE and the green ball balancing on the edge takes it personally. She’s fragile and you have to be forsigtig.
Kyrra líf
Still Alive
The first thing I bought for my own money, pesetas in Mallorca, was a see through toy box with a handle on top with two fake Hello Kitty dolls locked in it, decorated with rip off images of the Twinkle Star moonlight twins and the inscription Mi cielo, Mon ciel. My sky. The sky that poured its beauty over him with such might that he stood forever by the window taking pictures.
Mi Cielo, Mon Ciel
Meaning hides undiscovered in insignificant things; tesa PROTECT top-quality-top prevents objects from slipping and muffles tiresome noise, tightly packed tape with a festive glass constantly repeats FRAGILE – FORSIGTIG, the Evening in Paris perfume with a moon and a star hidden in the plastic shell is Made in England. The swan pencil sharpener is lightweight and elegant and constantly prepared for having a stick stuck up his behind and letting the debris flow over him.
Portrett af svanayddara
pastel á sandpappír
pastel á sandpappír
Portrait of a swan sharpener
pastel on sandpaper
pastel on sandpaper
Someone did this. Out of some impetus. Because this means something. And that’s why it is left here, for you.
Tesa Protect
Pastel á sandpappír
Pastel on Sandpaper
Hvað ertu raunverulega að meina?
What do you really mean?
paper, gold leaf, objects
paper, gold leaf, objects