About the artwork
This universe has found freedom in wild loneliness. A place where pirouetting with a strange hand pressing up against the glass, just to be witnessed, is no longer appealing. This universe is entangling and deflating as an homage to holding on and letting go
About the series
“This place holds no predictions about the future.
Yet the resoluteness of a universe in stagnation might cease to unfold just like this.
A place rather unstuck in time.
Still, it’s a moving breathing place.
Soft and slow.
In a tiny pocket of its mind exists evolution and extinction. But there is something nuzzled in between.
That’s this place.
A Möbius strip
Doubling up on itself until it becomes a haze.
Not quite there. Not quite a vagueness.”
Julie Berger Lindh