But the child belongs only to itself and the stars

Solo show in IUA 2022

Tufted wool and acrylic paint on canvas, coloured pencil, wool and colored plastic film

One. But this dream is not as sweet as it seems. It is falling off the diving board, hitting the water and letting the body sink. Sinking all the way down until the feet touch the bottom. The legs are crossed and the eyes are closed. It is searching for calmness, where everything goes numb. When only thoughts echo in the stillness. It is a head filled with dreams that is stuck in it‘s own void. A body that moves with the water, front and back, front and back. A simple state where everything is easy and nothing can affect you.

Two. Then the pressure builds and the ears start ringing. The pain goes deep. It is a headache, it is nonsense, it is bullshit. This is an incomprehensible state the explains bad behaviour. The insestine start to close in. Then the body takes over thirsty for air. Tired limbs kick the ground. Kick, pull, kick, pull. It is a battle that never seems to end. Kick, pull, kick, pull. Until finally, a light breaks through the surface and then the head, the heart and the body.

Three. It is breathing in and feeling the air fill the lungs. Saving oneself from a mental drowning. The body floats on the surface and expands. Suddenly everything seems so clear. Colour and light dance over the eyes. The waves on the shore go in and out, in and out. The body breathes in and out, in and out. The sun goes up and down, up and down. It is breathing and feel the air fill the body. To wake up and realize that you are not in the deep anymore.

Ragnheiður Íris

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