The fragile conversation
How dependent am I on my surroundings?
Which spiritual aspects do we need to connect to?
What remains when I am gone?
Who is the body?
Starting in questions about human collectives, traces of time and fragility of life, we follow up on each other in a changing exhibition: our conversation. An exhibition at Rejmyre Art Lab, 2021.
The fragle conversation is an ongoing negotiation, an open artistic process where the room changes daily. We are four artists and crafters involved in the conversation, and by taking off in human fragility we meet in a constant, creative dialogue. We skillfully work with our hands. We don't put up goals; instead we follow where the conversation takes us. It ma not be answers that we seek, but rather further questionmarks and punctuations. We speak through hands and materials, through words and reflection, in the pauses between each breath. The materials are as much part of the dialogue as are we; the conversation is born here and now.
Just as in a static exhibition the visitor is welcome to come in, participate and for a moment lose oneself in the world of art with us. But unlike most exhibitions, the works here change and instead of just seeing finished objects the visitor is invited to witness the artistic process as it is happening. The room shifts; new objects take place, change and disappear during the course of the conversation.
Humans are faced with a future where cean water is becoming more scarce, even here in the west. At the same time, many witness of a feeling of futility, or a life with no spiritual meaning, two phenomenon which I believe to correlate.
My work Källvatten is about the human relationship to water. About my own worry of the long-term consequences of environmental pollution and about how we through a consumerist lifestyle have made water into nothing more than a food product.
But it's also about the people who choose something else. It's about the spring as a mythical figure and about how the act of carrying water can be an act of protest in a highly technological society.
The work spans over observations of what could be called a modern spring cult to craftsmanship in materials such as glass, metals, silicone and ice.
From overlooked places I have gathered human traces, in an attempt to catch the perishable, that which otherwise may have passed us by unnoticed. I want to preserve the small memory by keeping it close and passing it on. If I place the fragments in a jewellery context, maybe we cherish them better? I don't want to make a physical imprint, but I want to come close. A piercing of the clothes: brooches.
You who left,
I who gathered,
the next one to carry.
I'm searching for balance;
in our messy, burning, painful world I feel like there is no way for craft and for making that does not involve violence. that does not open wounds in the crust of the Earth, poison the waters or suffocate the athmosphere in a constant chase for more new resources.
we become with everything else. our borders against the world are under constant negotiation. the skin is not a barrier for the self;
only a temporary home.
we burn the Earth without taking notice that we're burning ourselves. when I breathe, the world circles in, out and through me. the body is material and materials are bodies, we all have a soul. the surrounding bodies all have history;
just as I.
the stone body is the human body. the now is a thin string.
the human shivers and shakes, the wind whips the skin and the ropes strain. the rocks hang, without complaint, so very alike in their negotiation.
I am just a naked little monkey with the fear of the dark imprinted in my marrow, the stars are singing and in the night I am blind.
I want to bend and compromise myself in mine and the world's mutual becoming. don't want to commit violence upon either of us. don't want to be above but among the becomings of the world, not in control but in motion and in change. I change and I become. the world around me becomes and we create each other.
I try to take my place in the becomings.
I try to let be.
Humanity, a unit made out of parts. Small pieces. Bolted together. Take one out and losestability. Try to escape, and everybody will hate you. Nobody asked me to become, I just did.
Jewelry could be about identity and belonging. A piece of jewelry is attached to the building. And all of a sudden you didn't have a choice. You become part of it. Thrown in. But what areyou part of and why? Do we choose jewelry or does Jewelry choose us?
We weelcome you to The fragile conversation: our process and our questions.
Our conversation, our humility.
A huge thanks to Rejmyre Art Lab for our collaboration.
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All photos by Inga Tsernova, unless otherwise stated.