Graduation work from the Textile department of Reykjavík School of Visual Arts, shown in Ásmundasalur Museum
Icelandic wool, acrylic yarn and reflective film on canvas
2019
You sweet son of a bitch! Welcome. You have entered a fantasy. A pink chaise lounge appears in front of you, red heels lay snugly besides it. You have entered a fantasy - watch out, watch out! Crochet, there is crochet everywhere. Or is it knitted? Watch out! The nailpolished nails of craft - they can infect you. Fruits hanging from the celing. Stawberries, aphrodisiac, cherries, lust, grapes! But you can not touch! You can not eat! Not these. Tempting right? Hanging from the celing to tease you! Tease you! Just like the naked woman in the porn magazine teases you. How dare she! But remember: Fantasy, fantasy, you are in a fantasy! A large mural hangs on a wall. ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH? You look in a mirror. The question stares at you. Are you man enough? Who knows? Not me! Another mural. WE AIM TO PLEASE. Who????? You of course!!!!! You look in another mirror and the fruit continue to tease: pleasure! pleasure! pleasure! Everything is pink, pink, red, pink, pleeegghhh. You have entered a fantasy. You look at the chaise lounge. SHE IS NUDE. Naked, naked, naked woman. There is no naked woman! AND CONTEMPLATING. Pink, pink and more pink. AND POWERED BY YOU. Eureka! There it is! What, you ask? Well, your fantasy of course! So now I ask: Will that be all, sir?
(But who has the power?)