Hind: €3000
Oil on linen
This is a painting in which I am exploring the memory of a mire, working in terms of both my own memory and also my fathers and grandfathers. Due to the land rising of about 1 cm per year in the north of Sweden, this is a mire which has appeared and disappeared over the course of three generations. When my grandfather was young, he could drive his boat between our island, and a nearby located, larger island. But slowly the land rose, and as far as my father remembers, the area has always been a mire. He remembers how the large ocean waves could travel quite far across it though. When I was a child, the mire was a mire, and nothing else. It had large stumps of grass and deep burrows of water. Last year, I told my father I wanted to paint the mire and asked him to help me photograph it. He tried to warn me there was probably not much left of it but I did not want to listen. This work is currently being exhibited at Bildmuseet in Umeå as part of the exhibition Of Love and Care.
