In the darkness of a Norwegian winter, we set camp in its isolation. Fumbling overbuilding the campfire and arguing. We lay down to sleep, three shadowy figures laying in a triangular form. Suddenly mother catches on fire, slowly. A blue atmosphere disrupted by small fireflies chipping away from her.
When painting, it starts in a moment of serenity. A base of acrylic, then a grid. I challenge myself and am fueled with excitement as I reach my peak. I play with the interaction between tension and release to eventually find my peace again. The painting is a personal conversation that involves the cultural background of my family, where the stories and symbols have great self-evidence. This mix of film stills noted dreams and fragments of text forms the basis from which I work. The world that becomes visible through this painterly world where reality, truth, and fiction are equal.