Karl Eivind Jørgensen – Close To Home
You could build anything from sand at the beach. But, for some reason, it will often be a castle. It wouldn’t be fair to say that doing so is an act of copying, because it isn’t really about trying to be original – the repetition is intentional. Sandcastles again and again. Isn’t that the point of them? The familiarity of the sandcastle is muting the unfamiliarity of the material. If that’s not the point, why is it so often a castle when it could be anything?
You leave the castle, walk over to the door of a building at the edge of the beach and take out your keys. Each one given to you after obtaining some new degree of trust. You might have some keychains too. Their symbols or images might have tangled their Velcro-like burs into a fond memory or feeling you have, like burdock seeds that get stuck in your hair, so you’ll carry them around with you.
You step through the door and into a dark room. You can’t see much, and so you have to step into what’s mostly a prediction. When looking around, the grains in your own vision is all you see – like trying to look out of the windows of a lit room at night, and only being able to see yourself. With each step, you have to guess your way forward through what’s both vast and up close. You know there’s nothing there, but still: if you didn’t need things to appear, the uneven floor wouldn’t cause you to stumble.
Gallery KHM2, Bergsgatan 29, 3rd floor.
Due to the pandemic:
Maximum of five people in the gallery.
The visitors should book a time slot in advance – 30 min to view the exhibition. You are welcome to book a time slot here: https://boka.se/gallerykhm