Udstilling i HofteatretPosted by myra sjöberg Mon, January 23, 2012 16:32:55
Den 21 januar deltog jeg i udstillingen af Håndarbejdernes Fremmes bachelorprojekter som blev afholdt i Hofteatret i København. Jeg har selv arbejdet med en af de udstillende tekstildesignere, Mona Luxhøj Madsen på et fælles projekt, som skulle forsøge at kortlægge og beskrive den kreative proces og de forskelle og ligheder der er i vores fremgangsmåder. Vi havde nogle stikord som skulle danne et fælles grundlag som vi kunne arbejde ud fra:
Mona har skabt en smuk kjole/dragt som i kan se herunder.
Og jeg har lavet to malerier.
Her er lidt flere billeder fra aftenen og nogle af de flotte kreationer i den eventyrlige gamle bygning.
Jeanne D'Arcs Skæbne - i tekstil, af Ditte Sørensen
Performancekunst og den performative æstetik, Lea Smith Jørgensen
Luksus og Patchwork, Dorthe Kirkensgaard Graack
Eventyrkappe - Eventyr i Børnehøjde, Charlotte Bergstrøm
Levendegørelse i Museumsformidling, Nena Jensen
Flow med Subtraction Cutting, Maja Louise Skovhus Sørensen
Her har vi en My-fair lady og en yndig Columbine
aka Johanna Maria Eklöf Risager og Maria Nørgaard.
Aftenen blev rundet af med musik af bandet Spillemændene
Fairytale ProjectPosted by myra sjöberg Tue, January 10, 2012 18:38:40
Fairytale ProjectPosted by myra sjöberg Sat, September 03, 2011 17:14:24
What big teeth you have!
She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamour
of the forest's Liebestod but the wise child never flinched, even when he
All the better to eat you with.
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody's meat.
From the novel; The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter
Angela Carter's stories inspired a lot of the paintings in the fairytale series. She uses the latent content from traditional fairytales to create new tales filled with desire and sexuality. In her story The Company of Wolves Little Red Riding Hood survives by becoming the equal of the wolf. She faces her fears and embraces the animal within herself. The story ends thus:
She will lay his fearful head on her lap and she will pick out the lice from his pelt and perhaps she will put the lice into her mouth and eat them, as he will bid her, as she would do in a savage marriage ceremony.
The blizzard will die down.
The blizzard died down, leaving the mountains as randomly covered with snow as if a blind woman had thrown a sheet over them, the upper branches of the forest pines limed, creaking, swollen with the fall.
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.
All silent, all still.
Midnight; and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the were-wolves's birthday, the door of the solstice stands wide open; let them all sink through.
See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.
Just as Angela Carter created new stories from the old and gave them all her own personal touch - I have tried to make each story my own. I decided to use people I know personally as models for each of the fairytale characters. I find that this lends a lot of emotion and depth to the paintings. It's almost as if fantasy and reality meet and merge into something else entirely. I tried to imagine that I met every character somewhere in time and that I was allowed to paint their portrait.
For instance, maybe I meet Pippi on her roadtrip through Europe in the 1920's and she would model for different artists like Egon Shiele and Klimt for some extra cash. Perhaps she is only 16 years old and she is exploring the world and her own sexuality?
In less than a month's time I will be showing the entire collection of paintings at Gallery KBHkunst which is situated at Øster Søgade 34 in Copenhagen.
To get to the gallery simply take bus 6A from nørreport station and get off at the stop called Sølvtorvet, from there it's a five minute walk to Øster Søgade and the gallery.
You can get more information at www. kbhkunst.dk
The opening will take place on the Friday the 30th of September, from 5pm-8pm (17-20).
The last day of the exhibition will be the 30th of October.
En hyldest til livetPosted by myra sjöberg Sun, August 14, 2011 00:03:33
For et par måneder siden blev jeg kontaktet af en meget målbevidst jordmoder. Hun havde set mit Sapho maleri i min fars glasværksted i Skagen og var helt overbevist om at jeg skulle være med i et projekt som hun var ved at arrangere.
Jordmoderen hedder Mette Holm og arrangementet hedder En hyldest til livet.
Kort sagt så går det ud på at vi var 20 kunstnere som fik lov til at udfolde os kreativt på 20 meget gravide kvinder. Jeg var lidt nervøs da jeg sagde ja til at være med, for jeg vidste at jeg ville blive nødt til at skubbe lidt til mine egne grænser. Siden mine teen-age år har jeg nemlig haft rimlig meget scene skræk - så tanken om at stå og male på et levende lærred i et meget offentligt rum var mildest talt lidt overvældende.
Men jeg gjorde det.
Det var faktisk en rigtig sjov og vidunderlig oplevelse. Det hele foregik inde i Rundetårn, hvor vi alle fik tildelt en lysning og krops maling. Hvis man ikke har været i Rundetårn før, så kan jeg fortælle at det er lidt ligesom at være inde i et sneglehus. Som Europas ældste observatorium føles det også som om man sidder med en slags alfa og omega perspektiv. Man kigger både ud ad mod fortiden ( fordi stjernernes lys er så langtid om at nå frem til os, så det vi faktisk ser er fortid) og man kigger ind ad mod altings begyndelse. Og det hele går op i en højere enhed.
Jeg havde fået tildelt en meget tålmodig og ikke mindst smuk gravid kvinde og til min forbavselse var det lille nye liv også meget tålmodigt. Der blev hverken sparket eller slået protesterende under mine kreative udfoldelser.
Hele oplevelsen bliver afrundet den 17. august klokken 17, når der er fernisering på galleri kbhkunst. Her vil man kunne købe plakater med fotos taget af samtlige gravide maver og alt overskud fra salget går til hjælpe organisationen Maternity Worldwide som i denne omgang støtter kvinder i Etiopien og underviser om prævention og skaber bedre vilkår for gravide, så at børnedødelighed sænkes.
Besøg gerne galleriets hjemmeside: http://www.kbhkunst.dk
og hør mere om udstillingen.
Fairytale ProjectPosted by myra sjöberg Fri, July 15, 2011 02:38:34
Here is a look at one of my recently finished pieces. It is a watercolour portrait of H.C Andersen´s The Little Mermaid.
It is a very sad and beautiful story about a mermaid who sacrifices everything for love - including herself.
I wanted to include a part of the original story here, so you can get a taste of my inspiration.
In this part of the story, The Little Mermaid has gone to the sea witch and she has asked for help in order to become a human being - but
the price is high.
For the sake of anyone who doesn´t understand Danish, I have included the extract in both Danish and English.
Jeg skal lave dig en Drik, med den skal du, før Sol staar op, svømme til Landet, sætte dig paa Bredden der og drikke den, da skilles din Hale ad og snerper ind til hvad Menneskene kalde nydelige Been, men det gjør ondt, det er som et skarpt Sværd gik igjennem dig. Alle, som see dig, ville sige, du er det deiligste Menneskebarn de have seet! du beholder din svævende Gang, ingen Dandserinde kan svæve som du, men hvert Skridt du gjør, er som du traadte paa en skarp Kniv, saa dit Blod maatte flyde. Vil du lide alt dette, saa skal jeg hjælpe dig?"
"Ja!" sagde den lille Havfrue med bævende Stemme, og tænkte paa Prindsen og paa at vinde en udødelig Sjæl.
"Men husk paa," sagde Hexen, "naar du først har faaet menneskelig Skikkelse, da kan du aldrig mere blive en Havfrue igjen! du kan aldrig stige ned igjennem Vandet til dine Søstre og din Faders Slot, og vinder du ikke Prindsens Kjærlighed, saa han for dig glemmer Fader og Moder, hænger ved dig med sin hele Tanke og lader Præsten lægge Eders Hænder i hinanden, saa I blive Mand og Kone, da faaer du ingen udødelig Sjæl! den første Morgen efter at han er gift med en anden, da maa dit Hjerte briste, og du bliver Skum paa Vandet."
I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise, and sit down on the shore and drink it. Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you."
"Yes, I will," said the little princess in a trembling voice, as she thought of the prince and the immortal soul.
"But think again," said the witch; "for when once your shape has become like a human being, you can no more be a mermaid. You will never return through the water to your sisters, or to your father's palace again; and if you do not win the love of the prince, so that he is willing to forget his father and mother for your sake, and to love you with his whole soul, and allow the priest to join your hands that you may be man and wife, then you will never have an immortal soul. The first morning after he marries another your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves."
I wanted to convey that feeling of longing and sadness in the painting and also the sense of being trapped in between two
worlds. In fact, it almost looks like she is not only breaking the surface of the water but the painting itself and is trapped halfway
between reality and imagination.
I have done some research into the myths of mermaids and other waterspirits. There are many different kinds; Glaistigs, Undines, Nixies, Loreleii, Rusalki, Naiades, Asrai, Selkies, Merrows and more.
The common denominator seems to be that they all represent the ambivalent nature of water. On one hand it is a provider of food and a nourisher of crops - on the other it is certainly also a taker of lives and a very treacherous and powerful element. We are all made of water and we spend the first 9 months of our lives in a cocoon of it - yet none of us can survive in the deep depths of the sea for any longer period of time without our fancy equipment and machinery. It represents a great source of mystery and perhaps the uncharted areas of the sea compare to the uncharted areas of our own minds and potential spirituality.
When Christianity collided with old religions and folklore, new explanations emerged as to why creatures such as mermaids and other faeries existed. The missionaries of Christendom knew that people weren´t just going to completely abandon their old beliefs - so adjustments were made. In Irish mythologi and within the Catholic religion for instance, they believe that all faeries and demons are really fallen angels, who fell when Lucifer challenged God. Some fell to the earth, others fell in the sea and the rest went straight to hell. The ones that fell to earth became faeries and goblins and other such spirits, while the ones that fell in the sea became waterspirits such as mermaids. Following this logic the reason why fairies abduct and torment humans is because they are jealous of us. They are stuck here in our realm until the final judgement day, while we can die and go straight to heaven. They have no immortal soul.
I think that it´s interesting that H.C. Andersen actually incorporated this aspect of the mermaid mythologi in his fairytale. The little mermaid longs to possess an immortal soul just as she longs to have the love and devotion of the prince. In the end the prince chooses to marry another girl and the mermaid will die unless she kills the prince and his bride on their wedding night. She fails to do so and instead throws herself into the waves facing certain death. To her surprise she is greeted by the daugters of the air who inform her that she will not die and fade into oblivion, Because of her sacrifice she is awarded the chance to gain an immortal soul by serving the daughters of the air for 300 years.
Fairytale ProjectPosted by myra sjöberg Tue, June 07, 2011 14:35:03
When I was about seven or eight years old i fell in love with Peter Pan. He was just the perfect guy - he could teach you how to fly, he would never grow old and he lived in this magical place with pirates and mermaids and Indians.
I slept with my window open every night and searched my room for traces of fairy footprints in the morning.
I wrote letters to him, and hoped that the wind would take them to him, but I guess I never sent them away - maybe because I was afraid that he wouldn't answer.
I am not ashamed to admit that I still believe in fairies and other impossible things.
Luckily I've found myself a real life Peter Pan, my beautiful boyfriend Oscar. It says a lot about him that he didn't mind posing as Peter Pan. I just couldn't imagine anyone else portraying him. The painting ended up being a huge watercolour, caught in between the sensual, the playful and the illustrative.