Through fragmented creatures from medieval bestiaries, graphic gestures bordering in iconicity and vegatal dust prints, Danish artists Sif Itona Westerberg conjures incomplete absences and sculptural shells.
Forced and flattened into an ever-expanding single plane all the creature and monsters, they weep petrified. Thought of hands not beholden to human need, considered their possible snaking and searching, their long fingered lies already troubling. So if the hands are flattened, manticore and silver griffon compressed to gray diamond powder, who weights the cards and who squeezes the sweaty milky rocks? Is it all a spiral made of paper thin kisses? Is a fountain simply safe meeting ground or the unraveling of a quiet storm being that only knows how to die slowly?
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