Astrid Svangren: Shows

the path of pollennectar the very soul of flowertongues and feet of beesthe juice of beesam I inside it or it inside me ?
Nordiska Akvarell Museet Skärhamn Sweden 2023
erfarenhet och glömska
Molekyl GalleryMalmö Sweden 2023
the path of pollennectar the very soul of flowerstongues and feet of beesthe juice of beesam I inside it or it inside me?
Ringsted Galleriet Ringsted, Denmark 2023
Sirens' song as oceanic symbiosis
Den Frie Copenhagen2023
bone as hard as coral / pale purple as a backdrop / foam packaged in plastic wrap / melting snow masses lined with meandering bows of flowers / I had a clear incomprehensible dream / unexpected disturbances / a drying rack for nets / wrapped paintings or seashells as sunset? / everything is real but moves slowly / between feet stomach hair
Galleri VerklighetenUmeå2021
everything changes / everything changes / everything changes / in the dream it is completely true
Anna Bohman GalleryStockholm2020
think thin silk paper dressed in fragments, absence and transience think the window out (somewhere there is a noise) like sticks and chrysalises (silk worms can not tolerate it) sleeps with wooden pillow and head freely floating think night blue sun red moon bleached all after my needs then
Art BaselMiami Beach2019
You're in my veins: ultra fine lily /born lippy ( oil bubbling bath ) exfoliating (drops of sun ) bouncy sleeping towel ( cactus long handle brush) bath pillow ( inflatable soft gel ) foam wash socks ( texture wax)
Kunsthal AarhusAarhus2019
I know she is light and faithless / there is someonein the shadows / flip-flops and changes / I bathedmy snow skin / in a coral castle / fragrant plumsbreathe / waiting for the spring / pink air / and anocean of jelly fish
ARIEL - Feminisms in the AestheticsCopenhagen2019
repetition with remembering / repetition without remembering / the fall is always worth it
OBRAMalmö2019
mystery and dream / the self in constant resolution / the words and the colors / cries out who she is / deathly tired / lies ahead / explains / dismisses / elastic envelope / poetic documentation / the red paper like a knot on the wall / traces of clothing / its on orbit / open sculptures / a play / ritual / glittering and painful / a longing to understand
GL HoltegaardCopenhagen 2019
her spinning takes place near the mouthI see what I eatI eat what I seeit is an eating that is about risk
Quartz StudioTorino Italy2019
sustainable order/from life to self/a garden, a city , the universe or a forest/the red goddess or the gold colored goddess
Chart Art Fair Copenhagen2018
from searching : mirroring / metamorphosis / the last rising water / a yellow room / perpetual movement / a kind of thorough rinse / artificial colour
Kohta Helsinki Finland2018
Tales of an ocean
Muralla Bizantina Cartagena Spain2018
in original violet / influenced transparent / feeling emerald / affected by honey yellow / worker bee / under influence of chestnut red / singing pastel dust
Christian Andersen Copenhagen2017
Khora - et passageværk , om mellanrum i landsakpet .Installation og performance
Læsø Kunstahall Læsø2017
Det händer i ett fladdrigt hörni en fladdrig formSom havets röda kistaär jag hellre inuti än utanför
Molekyl GalleryMalmö2017
it is the rite that creates the roomit is translucent like amethystit happens between life and my identityit is something I can not thinkit is a movementit is the rite that will be my mirror
KUNSTHALLE São PauloSão Paulo2016
amongst all sorts of coloursvenus hairand a day of thirsta sleeping jellyfishit is the memory place
TranenGentofte2016
TrippingorTrickling bloomingorStumbling flowingorI carried away (lightly orange coloured)I seized (colour change)I ran (beside the real image)I rested (blue ravine blue forrest through blue I see)
Christian AndersenCopenhagen2015
I roll in the snowrotating ravelingturned Twistedto an expression of instanceBehind me:peoniesdisassembleloosen upbreaking downcollapsingBeside me:enfleurageointmentlike (perfumed solids)without bodyengulfedcollectedto a givenUnder me:loose materialmishmashknocking beatingLeaf buds opening chlorophyll and watercolorUnfolding fold in.Over me:froth of sugarcorals sea anemones jellyfish and seasnailsall is viewed lullingAs long as it lasts
Maria StenforsLondon2014
literary imagination bodyplay deadgustgrowthan ever-present ocean stageeliminatemy own hyperballad.
Annaelle GalleryStockholm2014
It is about four animalistic scentsRose-scented saddle of lambLily-scented matterShaken out and rustledOn a soft pillowAs if running across the heathClaustrophobic yet exactI allow for my body to fall
Tracy WilliamsNew York2013
flowersheathertulipa room of darknesssomewhere there is noisethe painting is foldedloosely composedit is perishablethe painting is upholsteredis he just evil?a non human - a demon?think pleated feathersand the abstractionsgood, evil, gentleness and aggressionwindow outthe recklessnesschalk bathand the dead motherwipe wiperub rubthe sedimentshas been left on my glovesthe colour is the storyfirmly tightenedapron – clothoh how cleana state of increased sensitivitywhat I amis fed withchild's mouthopen mouthflower as a mouthI read aloudspeak out the words butterfly beethe rhythmthe languageflickering breath
Christian AndersenCopenhagen2012
a longing for the bestowedtowards or through itcrushedabsolutely nonexistentflickering uncontrollablyto be able to move againas if sun turned pain golden
Maria StenforsLondon2012
I mirror myselfa cloud of white with splashed of redpoppy red ruby redwhere everything transforms formscentlessnes to scentiris larvaparadisian virginitylike liquid metalpinned hungviolet golden wingblackcurrant moisturezohra´s silver wingskin like paper
Wanås KonstWanås2012
The Moderna Exhibition
Moderna MuseetStockholm2010
Vad jag minnsatt jag var varm av rädslaen tunn vävbabbel och en vit krageett upprätthållande av ett tillståndoch allt det jag inte kunde se
Moderna MuseetMalmö2009

the path of pollennectar the very soul of flowertongues and feet of beesthe juice of beesam I inside it or it inside me ?

erfarenhet och glömska

the path of pollennectar the very soul of flowerstongues and feet of beesthe juice of beesam I inside it or it inside me?

Sirens' song as oceanic symbiosis

everything changes / everything changes / everything changes / in the dream it is completely true

think thin silk paper dressed in fragments, absence and transience think the window out (somewhere there is a noise) like sticks and chrysalises (silk worms can not tolerate it) sleeps with wooden pillow and head freely floating think night blue sun red moon bleached all after my needs then

You're in my veins: ultra fine lily /born lippy ( oil bubbling bath ) exfoliating (drops of sun ) bouncy sleeping towel ( cactus long handle brush) bath pillow ( inflatable soft gel ) foam wash socks ( texture wax)

I know she is light and faithless / there is someonein the shadows / flip-flops and changes / I bathedmy snow skin / in a coral castle / fragrant plumsbreathe / waiting for the spring / pink air / and anocean of jelly fish

repetition with remembering / repetition without remembering / the fall is always worth it

her spinning takes place near the mouthI see what I eatI eat what I seeit is an eating that is about risk

sustainable order/from life to self/a garden, a city , the universe or a forest/the red goddess or the gold colored goddess

from searching : mirroring / metamorphosis / the last rising water / a yellow room / perpetual movement / a kind of thorough rinse / artificial colour

Tales of an ocean

in original violet / influenced transparent / feeling emerald / affected by honey yellow / worker bee / under influence of chestnut red / singing pastel dust

Khora - et passageværk , om mellanrum i landsakpet .Installation og performance

Det händer i ett fladdrigt hörni en fladdrig formSom havets röda kistaär jag hellre inuti än utanför

it is the rite that creates the roomit is translucent like amethystit happens between life and my identityit is something I can not thinkit is a movementit is the rite that will be my mirror

amongst all sorts of coloursvenus hairand a day of thirsta sleeping jellyfishit is the memory place

TrippingorTrickling bloomingorStumbling flowingorI carried away (lightly orange coloured)I seized (colour change)I ran (beside the real image)I rested (blue ravine blue forrest through blue I see)

literary imagination bodyplay deadgustgrowthan ever-present ocean stageeliminatemy own hyperballad.

It is about four animalistic scentsRose-scented saddle of lambLily-scented matterShaken out and rustledOn a soft pillowAs if running across the heathClaustrophobic yet exactI allow for my body to fall

a longing for the bestowedtowards or through itcrushedabsolutely nonexistentflickering uncontrollablyto be able to move againas if sun turned pain golden

I mirror myselfa cloud of white with splashed of redpoppy red ruby redwhere everything transforms formscentlessnes to scentiris larvaparadisian virginitylike liquid metalpinned hungviolet golden wingblackcurrant moisturezohra´s silver wingskin like paper

The Moderna Exhibition

Vad jag minnsatt jag var varm av rädslaen tunn vävbabbel och en vit krageett upprätthållande av ett tillståndoch allt det jag inte kunde se