This was a year of reflection. After years of taking university courses, getting creative input and being influenced in all sort of positive ways and challenged artistically – it was now time for me to contemplate. Who am I? What is my place in Art? What do I have to say? It was necessary for me to find my own voice, my tone – my light

From the exhibition at the The Association of Icelandic Visual Artists gallery SÍM

Poems

A lone walk

I walked through the Dark forest
not knowing where I was
who I am.

I walked,
and I walked
and walked.

I saw people there

“Hello mister.”
“Greetings to you sir.”
They said.

And they didn’t saw me.
Tears were in my eyes.

I – feeble little flower.

Holding on to its roots.
In a storm of superficiality.
“Oh sorry mate – I never get it right mister.”
A little girl hardened by obscurity.

They can not see me; perhaps they never will.
And I walk deeper into the Dark forest.

It is better there.

Time

For some time
A lone walk
That seems to last forever

Time, awaits
Patient
For something to happen

15 minutes of fame

Finally
I am secure.

 

49

All he wanted
All I want
All they never will

No googles
Too numb to say something
Auctioning who ever has the biggest
The best
The fraudulent
Fake it till you make it

Forty-nine deaths
They said so on the news
Orlando

And we are left with a scar

A question

And they say he was one of us

I was there
In my heart

Just another bloody shooting

Is it evil
Or simply
Human nature?

 

Entrance             

 I came
into this world.
Forgot my self
for awhile.

Now I am here
still remembering.

Life, it seems
to me
an art piece
of self expression.
But don´t ask me

what art is.