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A few lines of introductory text for the exhibition /ˈdaɪ.ɪŋ/ at Heit, Berlin 2021
This is not a realistic piece of art. No dead models were used or in any way injured in its making.
* description from Lisa Downing, Desiring the Dead: ... the term 'thanatophilia' also exists to describe an abstract (and usually de-sexualized) love of, or obsession with, death.
The project for this show is done with support from Konstnärsnämnden, The Swedish Arts Grants Committee.
A few lines of introductory text for the exhibition at Österängens Konsthall, Jönköping Sweden 2019
Excerpts from the exhibition catalog, The Verket Art Institute’s Summer Exhibition in Avesta, 2015, text by Karin Perers
excerpt from an interview to the exhibition catalog "Collected Works! 30 years with the Maria Bonnier Dahlin Foundation", Bonniers Konsthall, Stockholm 2016 (translated from Swedish)
An introduction in my words from the Liljevalch’s exhibition catalog "Death, an exhibition about life", 2016
The Moskvin Girls
How would I like to be buried? I quickly and rationally surmised that when death occurs, the decision will be made by those who survive me. How would my loved ones reason? I posed the question and received the answer that my grave should contain a hologram, as this would be appropriate for me and my ingenious devices. It was, in a way, comical. For my part, I reasoned that if this is how they want it, then, of course, this is how it will be. However, the question remained – disregarding the wishes of my relatives, what would feel right for me? It was virtually impossible to think of anything that felt exciting, beautiful or tempting.
Instead, I felt only a sense of grief. Cremation felt too rational and akin to garbage disposal, modern methods such as freeze drying for composting felt as if one were on
par with a plant. And being buried in the cold, dark earth felt like being put away and forgotten.
As my thoughts began to wander I remembered an article I had read some years ago about a man who had dug up the bodies of 26 young women, mummified them and turned them into human-size puppets. For ten years he lived with them as if they were his children. He dressed them in nice, colourful clothes, talked to them, sat them in front of the television and arranged birthday parties for them.
The sadness I felt over the distance to the dead turned into a happier daydream about this place where the gap between the dead and the living has been bridged.