“Utfläkt på ditt golv” (Exposed on your floor)
Konstfack, Stockholm 2021
To find the right balance, for lying on a floor. To roll out your weave from the loom and see that you’ve lost yourself in details. A desire that one’s purest self looked different. A constant hunt for a better way to make a weave, to endure the slowness of weaving.
Five weaves, woven on the same warp. I call them a warp family. Every weave is a try and a failure to weave a rug. Instead they have turned into different characters, portraying my ongoing struggle with, and love for, the warp.
There is an attraction between weaving and painting. Am I trying to recreate the hand’s impulsive movement in the weave? A yearning, to capture the moment. But the weave is built in rows: keep the feeling until the end of its movement. Time is preserved in the weave, the train of thoughts can never be hidden there.
The rug could be an agora, a gathering point, for strong threads. There is so much material gathering there, it’s an opportunity to give a lot of material value. Every weave is a beginning and an end. It is a whole life in there. A place that has a built-in language, while its tactile qualities erase the distance between body and art. When we touch it, we stroke our hand over the weaver’s feelings and thoughts.
Konstfack, Stockholm 2021
To find the right balance, for lying on a floor. To roll out your weave from the loom and see that you’ve lost yourself in details. A desire that one’s purest self looked different. A constant hunt for a better way to make a weave, to endure the slowness of weaving.
Five weaves, woven on the same warp. I call them a warp family. Every weave is a try and a failure to weave a rug. Instead they have turned into different characters, portraying my ongoing struggle with, and love for, the warp.
There is an attraction between weaving and painting. Am I trying to recreate the hand’s impulsive movement in the weave? A yearning, to capture the moment. But the weave is built in rows: keep the feeling until the end of its movement. Time is preserved in the weave, the train of thoughts can never be hidden there.
The rug could be an agora, a gathering point, for strong threads. There is so much material gathering there, it’s an opportunity to give a lot of material value. Every weave is a beginning and an end. It is a whole life in there. A place that has a built-in language, while its tactile qualities erase the distance between body and art. When we touch it, we stroke our hand over the weaver’s feelings and thoughts.
