MA Myndlist útskriftarsýning - Athöfn
Athöfn, útskriftarsýning Meistaranema í Myndlist frá Listaháskóla Íslands opnar laugardaginn 14. maí kl. 14–16 í Nýlistasafninu. Verið öll hjartanlega velkomin!
Útskriftarnemendur MA í myndlist árið 2023 eru:
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Meistaranám í myndlist
MA Fine Art exhibition - Ceremony
Ceremony, the IUA’s MA Fine Art Degree Exhibition opens Saturday, May 14 at 14–17 at The Living Art Museum. A warm welcome to everyone!
MA Graduates 2023 are:
Hringiða//Whirlwind
Sometimes I forget
that I am a living,
evolving,
breathing,
human being
that changes shape and form, feelings and thoughts
with time and with circumstance.
And find myself in
a whirlwind
of doubt,
insecurity,
alienation,
when I meet the rigid
mass-produced
forms,
systems,
expectations,
that the man made
in an attempt to
simplify,
standardize,
categorize,
things.
that I am a living,
evolving,
breathing,
human being
that changes shape and form, feelings and thoughts
with time and with circumstance.
And find myself in
a whirlwind
of doubt,
insecurity,
alienation,
when I meet the rigid
mass-produced
forms,
systems,
expectations,
that the man made
in an attempt to
simplify,
standardize,
categorize,
things.
FRED
The process of writing my MA thesis called forth echoes of the last time I wrote a master’s thesis: we used laboratory rats, implanting electrodes in rat brains and recording signals for a month, until scar tissue formed around the electrodes. Then we killed them, bled them out so the brain tissue would not be clotted with blood, decapitated them and sliced up the brains.
It was for knowledge.It was for discovery. It was (maybe?) for helping humanity. They were all named Fred.
Jökulrof
Ég finn fyrir mætti Sólheimajökuls þegar jökulvatnið rennur, heyri í dropunum og finn fyrir brakinu í ísnum. Jökullinn er lifandi — hann endurnýjar sig stöðugt. Jökullinn býr til ís á sama tíma og annar hluti hans bráðnar. Þessi endurtekna hringrás jökulsins breytir honum með tímanum, mótar landslagið undan honum, flytur jarðefni, slípar og rýfur í berggrunninn sem heldur honum uppi. Þessi hreyfing kallast jökulrof og merki um það má finna við skriðjökla eins og Sólheimajökul.
Af því þú spurðir ekki
Af því þú spurðir ekki
Svörin eru geymd í djúpri minningunni
Fjærlægðin sefar hugann
Minningabrot taka sér bólfestu í líkamanum
Reynslan hrúast upp óumbeðin
Þróast í djúpsára innri sorg
Grafin í djúpan farveg sálarinnar
Innilokuð og geymd og gleymd
Af því þú spurðir ekki
Verður raunveruleikinn huglægur
Endurtekin áföllin innbyrgð vakúmpökkuð
Hversdagslegur sársauki og vanmáttur
´Ovissan er eina þekkta stærðin
Öll ljósin hafa verið slökkt
Kyrrðin gefur hugarró
Fjærlægðin sefar hugann
Minningabrot taka sér bólfestu í líkamanum
Reynslan hrúast upp óumbeðin
Þróast í djúpsára innri sorg
Grafin í djúpan farveg sálarinnar
Innilokuð og geymd og gleymd
Af því þú spurðir ekki
Verður raunveruleikinn huglægur
Endurtekin áföllin innbyrgð vakúmpökkuð
Hversdagslegur sársauki og vanmáttur
´Ovissan er eina þekkta stærðin
Öll ljósin hafa verið slökkt
Kyrrðin gefur hugarró
Follow the Blue Line - A quest for the origin of anxiety
I follow the blue line. I go inside.
Upon arrival my eyes seek out the entry as well as the exit points.
Since my hands are shaking and cannot function properly; I make my apologies.
My breathing is limited and urgent. Sometimes the air leaves me.
My legs are losing the ability to function., Am I turning liquid?
My chest feels heavy, an invisible rock is stuck between my nipples.
My mind is in a maze. It returns to the same rooms over and over again.
This makes me blue but curious. Why is my body so disobedient?
Upon arrival my eyes seek out the entry as well as the exit points.
Since my hands are shaking and cannot function properly; I make my apologies.
My breathing is limited and urgent. Sometimes the air leaves me.
My legs are losing the ability to function., Am I turning liquid?
My chest feels heavy, an invisible rock is stuck between my nipples.
My mind is in a maze. It returns to the same rooms over and over again.
This makes me blue but curious. Why is my body so disobedient?
anxious threads
I use textiles as an investigative tool to understand my bodily experiences with which language fails me. Those experiences which solidly orient you within the boundaries of your own body. My work is a research of these experiences, utilizing space, bodies, material, sound, time. Exploring our relation to our bodies, to the space our bodies occupy, and the conversation that happens between. This living pause between body and space, experience and language, tension and release.
