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2019

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

Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on panel. 70x70cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 115x120cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on panel, 115x125cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on panel. 115x125cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on panel, 50x55cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 60x75cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on panel, 95x115cm. 2020
Oil on panel, 50x65cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 45x70cm.
Oil on wood, 40x80cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 100x150cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on canvas, 30x35cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on panel, 65x80cm. 2019
Artist Þór Ludwig Stiefel - TORA
Oil on aluminum plate, 45x60cm. 2019
Oil on panel 70x110cm. 2019
Oil on panel,150x165cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 65x65cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 110x100cm. 2019
Oil on panel, 70x90cm. 2019
The Venus Project
Cycles

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

SÍM Exhibition Feb. 2019
SÍM Exhibition Feb. 2019
SÍM Exhibition Feb. 2019
TORA, SNART, Stiefel, Art
SÍM exhibition. Sun Circle. Installation. Goose Feathers, Spice, Barber Soap, Flute, Incense. Dim. 250x250cm. 20199
TORA, Stiefel, Art, Iceland, Reykjavik
SÍM exhibition Bar–lómur. InkJet Print. 15×25 cm. 2019.
SÍM exhibition. Part of the window installation (outside view)
TORA, SNART, Stiefel, art, ICeland, Reykjavik
SÍM exhibition. Skyldublinda myndlistarmannsins. Window Installation. Folia, Glass, House. 2019
The SÍM exhibition poster
Opening performance – SÝN. Jointed venture between TORA Victoria and Ásdís Sif Gunnarsdóttir who curated the show.
Breadcrumbs. Instagram social media project, ongoing.

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.