What do you want to find?
Silja Jónsdóttir
... and !
... and !
Clay, paper, dry pastel and aluminium
The clay starts going and reaches balance. It stretches up, unravels and curls up again. The paper absorbs the water and dries in a cycle. It is living its ninth live and the traces of the first one are nowhere to be seen. The raisins in the porridge surprise everyone. The typo in the book doesn’t quite fit but brings a smile to your face. The blue one enters at the right place and time, he is the elephant in the room and the silverfish that crawls under the floor moulding.
