vessel part 3
screenprint on paper found in an abandoned paper factory in Greece
22 x 27 cm 
2024
"...but I liked it, as if his words were a secret.
a thing that looked like a stone, but inside was a seed..."

Circe by Madeline Miller
Vessels is a three part series spanning over 1,5 years. It was inspired by my fascination for stones: these strong solid shapes that through time, space and constant change found their form and place in the world. 
A single stone wears its history while also its future. Stones will outlive us and maybe that makes them something nice to hold on to in this fleeting ungraspable-ness that life can sometimes be.
In search of many things but mainly my place among the stones, Vessels was an attempt to capture and hold close places and moments that I wanted to hold onto a little longer -
like the stones I pick up and carry in my pocket.

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These vessels were made after a trip to Greece in March of 2024.
While traveling I often feel moved by the spirit of a place. It is an intense feeling that I don't often know how to grasp. I always wonder what a place remembers. What lingers there, what of its history remains there now.
And if any lingerings are left in the material that I gather and collect in these places.

The first and simplest attempt to try and grasp this feeling is through drawing. Usually with a small notebook and a pencil or a pen I try to - without much pressure or thought - let the lines flow onto the page. These screenprinted drawings are the result of sitting near various rock and stone formations in Greece. 
During my trip friends showed me an abandoned paper factory, filled with muddy machinery, left behind equipment and rooms filled with paper. We spent an afternoon exploring and ended up taking two bags full of paper with us, filled with old envelopes, stationary, notebooks and just stacks of plain paper. 
Being in that abandoned place, in Greece: this land of legends and myths, a land of memory and remembering, I was fascinated by that juxtaposition. And I wondered if forgetting is part of this places’ memory. I wondered what the paper I carried home had forgotten, if the paper held onto the time that has passed and if the paper carried its history like stone and rocks do. It is on this found paper I screeprinted these rock drawings.