I could only see the back of it
Life is full of curves. It is not a straight line. Sometimes when we finish a curve we think it is the end of something. But it is only part of the way, isn’t it?
I could only see the back of it.
Can you see it as well?
Come inside. See the back of it and dare to imagine the rest.
Emad, Odin, Christine, Joey, Dorota, Nina, Amund, Loulou, Sara, Ole-Kristian, Kaja, Sissel, Maia, Olav, Hannah, Rita, Sayeh, Viola, Henriette, Yasemin, Collen, Maisen, Line, Lisa, August, Johanna, Clara, Carol, Namata and Nanna are coming to the end of a two-year Master in Fine Art at KMD. I could only see the back of it is the fragmented body they invented.
It is a rehearsal to heal; a strategy to criticize institutional and worldly limitations, a dance with beauty, an exploration that started with the end of the world, and more. It has one feminist arm, and another that does not like labels, one of its legs insists on walking through linear time, and another flirts with revolution and change. In its belly, you find many obsessions.
memory
language
water
swords
cigarette butts
saliva
information
lemons
hair
You may be wondering why the poetic I is at the beginning of the name of this show. The rumour I heard is that an exhibition that wants to tickle you needs the poetic I.
Artists: Amund Gravdal, August Sandberg, Carol Stampone, Christine Bouché, Clara Marques, Collen Clever Orishaba, Dorota Dziong, Emad Alwahibi, Hannah McDonald, Henriette Mauritz Nordbeck, Joey Bravo, Johanna Sevholt, Kaja Haven, Line Søndergaard Poulsen, Lisa Rytterlund, Loulou Buxbom Bøgeskov, Maia Sippel Krill, Maisen Klemp Pedersen, Namata Birungi Maria Tereza, Nanna Erika, Nina Eriksson, Odin Austefjord, Olav Mathisen, Ole-Kristian Joki Haukeberg, Rita María Muñoz Farías, Sara Lindberg Hansen, Sayeh Kazemi, Sissel Johansen, Viola Nimuhamya, Yasemin Orhan