Vegetation

At the edge of growth, where apple-trees are like crippled bonsais in an over-ambitious garden- at the sore marge of the covering verdure, at the beginning of the desert, the open wound addresses us.

Violet, pink, yellow, and green war-herbs challenge the desolation. Assertive plants that act as an army towards the enemies of our bodies. They’ll wreak havoc if they’re not challenged themselves and allowed to go on. Or what?

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Vegetation

Songbirds

Space-Time Continuum

Silent spring

Here you’ll find no roses growing

The Search for Truth

EIKON Award Exhibition

Without a Trace

Vanished Summer

Revenants

Of This World

Longing

Equivocal

Double Happiness

Songbirds

Songbirds

Cuba is a country cloaked in an intriguing mystery, a place of cultural richness and political restriction. Its history is complex, and the isolation entwined in that history is equally compelling. When contemplating the confinement surrounding Cuba, the image of a caged songbird is brought to mind, relating both to Cuba’s tourists and its residents. We can all connect to this isolation in a universal sense today, our current global predicament causing so many of us to feel trapped and caged, no matter the country. While Cuba once felt unique in its restrictions, today it is a haunting new normal across the globe.

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The book

Vegetation

Songbirds

Space-Time Continuum

Silent spring

Here you’ll find no roses growing

The Search for Truth

EIKON Award Exhibition

Without a Trace

Vanished Summer

Revenants

Of This World

Longing

Equivocal

Double Happiness

Here you’ll find no roses growing

Hér vaxa engar rósir

Skúrinn var mér innblástur í þessu verki. Þessi ryðgaði, verðurbarði skúr fékk mig til að hugsa um blóm – en Skúrinn er einmitt andstæðan við blóm og fegurð. Gætu rósir vaxið inní Skúrnum? Hvernig rósir? Innsetningin er tiraun til þess að leiða ímyndunaraflið að því hvers konar plöntur gætu sprottið þar.

Katrín Elvarsdóttir

Here you’ll find no roses growing

The Shed was my inspiration for this work. This rusty, weather beaten Shed got me thinking about flowers-but the shed is exactly the opposite of flowers and beauty. Could roses grow inside the Shed: What kind of roses? This installation is an atttempt to guide the imagination concerning what kind of plants might grow there.

Katrín Elvarsdóttir