Nervsystem_Ett & Hon är någon annan nu. 2026.
“In my artistic practice, I aim to convey a narrative through my hands—something within me that wants to emerge.
I try to translate my experiences of being a woman, a mother and a human being that exists in this fragmented contemporary world.
Through a intuitive process, I let the fine lines of thin pencil and ink meet flat structures of color. The drawing transitions into painting, boundaries blur, both in motif and material. Cotton threads transforms into branches, and branches become veins and nervous systems.“
“In my artistic practice, I aim to convey a narrative through my hands—something within me that wants to emerge.
I try to translate my experiences of being a woman, a mother and a human being that exists in this fragmented contemporary world.
Through a intuitive process, I let the fine lines of thin pencil and ink meet flat structures of color. The drawing transitions into painting, boundaries blur, both in motif and material. Cotton threads transforms into branches, and branches become veins and nervous systems.“
Håll i, Håll ut, Håll mig! 2026.
“On the paper I go hunting, searching for something that I can't say what it is until a find it. The picture is shifting, going in different directions, growing, shrinking, developing. I put the pieces together and then I cut them apart. Cut your losses, they say. When I think I'm ready, I'm not. It's a constant shift, only temporary certainty, nothing firm—just movements and then moments of stillness.”
Fågelräddningen/ BirdRescue - Detail, 2026.
Baderska, 2023.
“I have always wanted to go deeper, far below the surface, further in. I want to peel the onion to the core.
Touch it gently—the see-through skin, the milky, wobbly, soft membrane. Maybe something is living inside, pulsating, moving slowly. Like a vague movement, something in the corner of your eye.
Is it pain? Is it loneliness? Is it shame? Or contempt?
Is it all the painful feelings ever felt by all humans over all time?
Maybe it’s just a black hole?
A vacuum, a space where the thoughts finally quiet down and something unknown takes over. A subtle shift in the air, a small turn in direction. Something different develops—a transformation of some kind.”
- Annelie Carlström 2026
