Camilla Sæberg works with oil on canvas as her main art medium In her work, figurative forms often blend that, through the powerful movements of the brush, transform into formlessness In the painting, she explores the relationship between trauma and creation and the aesthetic potential of transforming the influence of the unspoken into a tangible image structure The deep layers of the painting process bring out dreamlike softness in the subjects of her paintings.
Not even in the light of spring
Could they grow above the shade of the trees.
My mother comes from the forest.
She told me how they made bread from tree bark during times of hunger.
They cut the skin off pine trees, dried it, crushed it, and mixed it with rye flour.
The bread is called Pettuleipä.
She also told me about death in the forest.
Cows drowning in swamps
People drowning in swamps
She told me about the madness and disease
The diseases and madness of the people who died there.
Yes, I wonder
Whether the trees
just wanted to get his skin back.
The sub-cuttings are a poetic rendering of the ancient relationship between people and forest The act of painting becomes an emotional response to semi-stated and semi-imaginary stories that, through the traumatic history of the clan, haunt the contemporary world.
Camilla Sæberg works with painting with oil on canvas as her main medium. In her work,
figuration hybrids into amphous forms, guided by the rhythm of gestural brushstrokes. Through painting, she studies the connections between trauma and creativity and the aesthetic potential in transforming the effects of the unspoken into tangible compositions. The subjects in her paintings emerge through dreamlike softness, generally coming into being through the visual process of painting.
The Undergrowthlings
Not even by the light of spring Could outgrow the shadow of trees.
My mother comes from the forest.
She told me how in times of hunger they made bread from the bark of trees.
They cut off the skin of pines, driven it, ground it and mixed it with rye flour.
The bread is called Pettuleipä.
She also told me about death in the forest.
Cows drowning in swamps People drowning in swamps
She told me about the madness and disease
Disease and madness
of the people who died there.
Well I wonder
If the trees
just wanted their skin back.
Undergrowthlings is a poetic visualization of the ancient relationship between people and the forest. The act of painting becomes a sympomatic response to traumatic genealogies, of histories half-told and half-imagined haunting the present.
The work in pictures.