Till the Last Light Fades
Trønderlag Senter for Samtidskunst / Trøndelag Center for Contemporary Art
1/6 - 25/6/2017
The day before yesterday X left the house, excusing herself for not knowing better, using all the
reasons you didn’t expect her to use. As the glass doors slid shut between you, she turned and
walked away, slowly dissapearing into the ever present thick white fog.
The door has stayed shut since she departed, and you have no intention of following her into
the void that was the world. You had thought that now, in the end times, with so few of us left,
it was important to stick together. You had hoped that this was reason enough for her to stay,
but for your small efforts, with your desirable objects and all the comforts of your home,
she still left.
All the items that you had amassed during the years before the incident, suddenly changed
meaning. You had started out hoarding objects for the same reason as the others, and in
the aftermath the gathering of things had taken on a new importance. You had wanted to
make sure that the pieces were taken care of by someone who understood their meaning and
worth, so you filled up every crook and cranny of your place with all these things.
Now you see things in a new light.
Foto: Susann Jamtøy / Trøndelag senter for samtidskunst
Remain in Light
Galleri LNM, Oslo
Raising the blinds did little to lighten the colorless interior. The lack of an sudden intruding brightness
to drench the sparsely yet tastefully furnished room was expected, but he had still hoped that the pale
outside would highlight some of its finer details. The shroud of mist had been out there for so long that
he wondered if it was still considered to be lingering. Time had subdued the dread it originally instilled,
but the sensation now reemerged. He tried focusing on the discussion he was having with X.
He considered rekindling the conversation with a joke, but "Did I not let enough light in?" seemed
-I adored those growing up.
She nodded in the direction of the pair of lounge chairs he had worked so hard to get ahold of.
He realized that he couldn't repeat his usual tale about the rarity of these items and the hardships
in his quest to acquire them. His gaze searched the room in despair for a new conversation piece,
as the voice of the late, great FrankO streamed through the speaker system:
"The rings all ringed out
Burn out, cave in
Blackened to dark out
I'm mixed now, fleshed out
There's light with no heat
We cooled out, it's cool out
Life is precious
We found out, we found out
We found out"
BYO Lemons and Liquor, 2015, leather and eyelets, 80 x 60 cm
LUX (Light Pours Out of Me), 2015, watercolor on unprimed linen canvas, 130 x 90 cm
LUX (Lines) I-VI, 2015, watercolor on unprimed linen canvas, all 145 x 85 cm, Galleri Arnstedt, Östra Karup
The pared-back Donald Judd-inspired interiors and the maple-and-concrete palette of the walls create
a smart but homely feel for the patrons patiently awaiting. As a lamp gets lit, she moves closer.
We sit in silence, knowing this moment to be a point in time that has been had.
-I can’t seem to get a grip of the situation.
Uncertain hands twiddling idly. Grand ideas and grander ideals, the same size as our hands but beyond
our grasp. We both slightly shift positions to keep our asses from going numb from the hard laminated
wood bench. As I study the shapes mirrored in the glass of the window, the reflection from the hood
of a passing Tesla hits me.
-If only you could be the same as before.
Looking up, to where I expect to see your face, all is light.
The Daylight Between Us
Galleri KHM, Malmö