I NEVER KNEW HOW TO WRITE
Contribution to the group exhibition This is personal, Bergen Kunsthall (NO), 2024
Installation made of 9 books, paper shapes and sentences screen-printed around the gallery spaces
Material: paper, glue, tape, screen print.
WALLS HAVE A LANGUAGE
Contribution to the group exhibition I can carry people around, Bergen Kjøtt (NO), 2023
Text work on self designed floor plan
In may 2023, my classmates and I unfolded together under the title I can carry people around. Then we folded again, on paper, on the map I made for them.
My work was only present in the space of the map : ”walls have a meaning’’ she says – ‘’walls have a language’’ I say.
TO BE CONTINUED
Galleri Taxi, Bergen (NO), 2023
Installation made of paper, words, glue, tape, paint, edition
To be continued starts with paper, a space to draw, paint, print. Molded or assembled it gets bigger and settles in space. Sculpture meets drawing and books pretend to be sculptures. From the same starting point, the white sheet can become almost anything, in a back and forth between gestures, symbols, landscapes… From a language to an other, from an idea to a colour: a translation on A4 sheets. Shapes and words are light and modular, on the wall, the corner, the floor, they unfold , and then disappear in pockets. To be continued is a landscape in permanent deconstruction, a drawing in a notebook, a poem to unfold.
TO BE CONTINUED (THE BEGINNING)
2022
Sculpture, paper, glue, laserprint on paper
BA GRADUATION SHOW (DNA)
ENSBA Lyon (FR), 2021
Installation, A4 sheets, glue, tape, fabric, oil chalk, soft pastel, paint, edition
CHAMBRE
2020
Photograph
During the first lockdown, I found myself back at my parents place, in my teenager room. Three white walls, one pink, a window, a desk, a bed, a night table, a frame and a few objects, became my landscape for almost two months. The room became drawing, with the help of a stack of A4 sheets covered with yellow powder.
ELLE TEND LE BRAS EN L’AIR POUR TENTER D’EN ATTRAPER UNE LES BOUTONS D’OR JAUNES DANS L’HERBE VERTE DANS MA CHAMBRE IL Y A DES ROSES, DES ORANGES, DES JAUNES ELLE ARRIVE, ELLE SAUTE SUR LE BUREAU ELLE POSE UN PIED DANS LA POUDRE JAUNE LA POUDRE S’ENVOLE ELLES S’INSTALLENT DANS MA CHAMBRE TOUT DOUCEMENT LE VENT LES FAIT FRISSONNER L’ESPACE DE SEPT SECONDES JE CROIS QU’ELLES VONT S’ENVOLER MAIS TAPIES DANS L’HERBE COMME DES PRÉDATRICES ELLES RAMPENT DEMAIN LE BRUIT DE LA TONDEUSE VA ME RÉVEILLER LE CIEL EST ROSE ELLES ALLAIENT BIEN ROSE ORANGE JAUNE OU N’A PAS DE COULEUR PARFOIS, ELLES LAISSENT DES ZONES BLANCHES FAUTE DE POUVOIR LES REMPLIR LE MUR N’EST PLUS LÀ
