..at the end of machines The frozen ropes.. ..avoiding the pen, not the paper Bærum Kunstforening 6.- 28.01.2018 Photo : Erling Okkenhaug jr.
or: Lavasir’s Hemmelige Kunstklubb (..this page is in Norwegian. LHK is, for now, only visible in the region where I live) Januar 2011 startet jeg en kunstklubb som utprøver synlighet i kunst-praksiser. Kunstnerisk virke utenfor innflytelse fra, og synsfeltet til, ekspertise som gallerister, kuratorer, media osv. LHK, som navnet på kunstklubben ble til, foregår internt hos noen få bedrifter eller […]
I am much intrigued by artist run gallery-spaces. I was never a part of this scene. Over the last few years however, I have been turning a former garage in my courtyard into a gallery to present and to communicate the LHK-project. Our house is at no. 144. This gave the name. To insure progress in the […]
A 24 hour projection of about 20 twin loops. Presented in a random sequence on the newly installed digital projector at the Norwegian Film Institute in Oslo. From Saturday 12.00 to Sunday 12.00, October 2002. The syncronised twin loops was part of the Ultima festival: www.ultima.no that year. One large loop was projected onto the […]
I was Duun-fellow (stipendiat) in 2005. The project is based on the Norwegian author Olav Duun’s very last book “Floodtide of fate” (Menneske og maktene) 1938. The book was written and published in a turbulent time for the world. The climax of the book is the flooding of a small community on an island off the […]
DVD-publication and an exhibition with 4 film-loops shown in the Film-museum at the Norwegian film-institute in Oslo 2000. Also 4 images on photographic paper mounted on aluminum (110 x 165 cm) and a print on canvas measuring (approx. 110 x 340 cm) The prints exhibited were on the sleeve and inside pictures of the DVD-cover. With […]
Rhythms, patterns and coded meaning. “one, seven, three, five” is an ongoing project, revisiting negatives from analog projects I have been part of. It allows for many ways to re-enter the stories, re-living the sentiments. Samples of time and place, yet belonging only to themselves. Like fragments of a whole, a life maybe, the […]