Outdoor exhibition of sculptures in leather at Sillegården, Västra Ämtervik, Sweden summer of 2009.
SHELLS
“ What was left, or what it could have been”
Whipped and lashed by rain and wind
that time has patiently hollowed
The end of something, or the beginning
This is the remains, of all that was possible
and yet, it serves as the model for something new.
A dance, it was - a dance in stillness and chaos
But the dance have stopped - it stopped when the flesh dissapeared
Like a hollowed tree
like footprints in the sand
or like a dried out capsule of seeds
Like a vessel, waiting to be filled or just emptied
Someone walked away, and left it’s shell behind
Is it left behind forever
or just for a moment, to be filled again
and meanwhile ..... ?
“ What was left, or what it could have been”
Whipped and lashed by rain and wind
that time has patiently hollowed
The end of something, or the beginning
This is the remains, of all that was possible
and yet, it serves as the model for something new.
A dance, it was - a dance in stillness and chaos
But the dance have stopped - it stopped when the flesh dissapeared
Like a hollowed tree
like footprints in the sand
or like a dried out capsule of seeds
Like a vessel, waiting to be filled or just emptied
Someone walked away, and left it’s shell behind
Is it left behind forever
or just for a moment, to be filled again
and meanwhile ..... ?