Hands slowly grab
Pleasure our pain
then stroke your used up
~I find full satisfaction in my ability to create pure darkness.
Watch the smoky liquid cover up the emptiness
– which every firm consistency is made of.
It is my way to describe creation of life.
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I strongly recommend you to read these intense and beautiful poems! When I was commissioned to illustrate some of Hilde’s works, I also had the great opportunity to handpick the poems by myself. This made this project extremely interesting for me. I could express myself through art, without any “rules” for what it had to end up like.
This is one of the illustrations I did for a poem called “Love Conquers Time”
(Mix of inspiration from the poem and from a sculpture by Gustav Vigeland)
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Witless Little Toy
A landscape slowly rose; harsh with ups and downs.
Ominous-looking mountains, was built high
Above the sky.
So rubber-gloved hands of pity, gently filled up the holes.
All for their chance to see this;
The sight of a used up Toy.
Stitched up. Sterilized. Suddenly, paralyzed.
Foolish little toy, how could you not see?
They are salaried souls; they just take
What they need.
So now open your eyes, O you Witless Little Toy.
Don’t ever let them drain you,
Do not give them that joy!
There. Hands slowly grab,
Pleasure our pain, then
stroke your used up youth.
Where the key is kept, a box
Two crowbars; not enough.
It’s me- my riddle
Words without perspective, no need.
Grinding tool, what did you see?
Important words of nothingness
We both stopped laugh when the iron fell
And as the concrete took my fall
The last thought, I showed you all