FINALLY I AM A MOTHER

Solveig Ylva Dagsdottir & Maria Storm-Gran

With contributing artist Amalie Karevold

December 18th - January 3rd

Where the outer is the inner, formulations are shared.

She walks us through what language is, and the ways we talk.

Originating from enclosed and hollow sounds, we grasp a thin elastic resurrection, as it evaporates. Inntil svaberget. What she told us, after hundreds of years heated by the sun, was translated into our eyes. Her cheeks sing a tale for our silent daughter, where she is growing in capsulations. We grow chimerically from the same separation in parallel lines, and new shapes appear where the shoe is pressing. We are kept together and still growing, with desperation as our force. Sooner or later, after all, we have been through, we meet in a blind gate. As she walks, we listen to layers of her chambers in an emulsion, coagulating like glue. Her glance, dying to live between words, seeks to find what she has already known forever. Kept in her mouth? A visualized hum, in between structural ramifications, steps to and from her familiar unknown. A pocket, a key. Her surroundings continue to take form. She feels one as she is many, continually shifting skin as the landscape exchanges her tones and rhythms.