When I look at it now, 5 years later, it all seems like a solid plan, my idea to built ‘silent places’.
Yet it al started out of chaos, out of grief, out of sorrow. I had lost a dear friend. And my heart was broken. My mind like a big jelly pudding. I did not know what to do. I could not write. I could not feel the need to make any pictures. Not a single creative vibe in me to make any art at all. What to do with this mess inside me? How to make that broken heart whole again?
One sad day I remembered a memory of my years as a teenager, when I had learned how to spin sheep wool from my boyfriends mother. Was it because of all the sheep living on this island that this sweet memory came up? “An intervention of the Gods?” No idea. Fact is, I bought myself some sheep wool, lent a spinning weel and began to spin. And yes…a little ‘miracle’ happened:
I had put my focus on the spinning weel, felt the grease of the sheep wool and it brought me back to the source of being: the courage to feel broken, fragile and sad, yet very much alive at the same time. No shame over these feelings, no bitterness. No hate. No anger. I guess the quality of the soft material of the sheep wool and the smell of her fur made me feel home. I connected again with life. I was no longer running away from my feelings. The sheep wool was a mirror to me. If the wool was able to transform all that fur into a thread, maybe I could transform my sadness into something beautiful?
So, this was the beginning of me, working with sheep wool. And ever since that spring in 2013, I kept on spinning and knitting. [and writing my little Books of Hours] I can’t get enough of her. And look at her now: She has turned into a pietà! Quite a ‘miracle’. Well…uh…just hard work actually, it took me a winter to spun and knit for this pietà. But never with a dark, frustrated mind, always with a focus on breathing, relaxing, thinking about the qualities of virtues like ‘respect, compassion, trust, honesty, perseverance, purity’. One visitor noticed “an intens energy of dedication” while being near the pieta. That’s wonderful. Isn’t it? To be able to make a virtue like ‘dedication’, visual, ‘touchable’.
So, in a way, you could say my installations are made out of personal motives, yet I do believe I have transformed them into a universal piece of ART. Don’t we all know that horrible pain of a broken heart?
See for yourself, still two weeks left to visit ‘Embrace’. It’s open until july 15th.2018.
If you open the door of that old barn, the music will take you by the hand, [composed by Severin Candel] No worries, it’s not spooky at all in there. Just let your soul lead the way to a wooden couch and be a while in that atmosphere of Stillness, or as a visitor noticed, be in ‘the house of Consolation’.
Meet your thoughts, your feelings, your opinions. Meet your soul. Embrace her.
And maybe, just maybe, when you step out of that barn again and a total stranger crosses your path, embrace him or her too.
‘Cause in the end,
“What are we but a collection of
energy in movement, a light that burns”
Edvard Munch [1863 -1944]