“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.