Leftovers

I still haven't quite figured out which end to start at. In the wood, the sound, the environment.
Gives the sound a try but immediately feels it's the wrong end. Då blir det en historia om hemtjänst. I first need to give my  character a personality, a head.

Collecting my memories, the foundation of this project,

and dress them i wood

translating them into wire

This is not a project about old people but about the human sense of worthlessness. There are many situations in life that make us feel unnecessary, like a burden rather than an asset. In a workplace or in unemployment. In a relationship or during a divorce. At school or when we can't do school.
We deal with the feeling in different ways - through anger, self-hatred, depression, despair and shame. But the question is how we can allow the feeling to take such a place, both in our own lives and in the societies we build.

As a starting point for this project, I will use my memories from home care where this particular feeling was palpable. There is also a parallel to the animation process in this-
our tired old bodies serve no greater function than a used puppet from an animation. She has done her part and there is no longer any place for her.
This is an attempt to try to understand, through the dolls, the mechanisms that foster and allow this view of man

Materials often carry a story, I have to seek to find. A piece of pure balsa wood doesn't have the subdued expression I want.

But if I let the blood from my cuts remain, and the dirt from my fingers, the wood probably gets the patina I'm looking for...

I thought it was my memories from the past, but maybe it's the fear of what's to come. I think I am portraying experiences from home care, but from the wood is formed something more familiar than 25-year-old fleeting memories. Maybe there is a reason why I waited to make the head because just the posture tells who it is. In clothes he would never wear, sweatpants and tank top. Clothes you only put on when you stop caring about how you look. When you know you no longer have to go out to buy coffee bread or wine To admit is to surrender to the fact that we will all fade away and we will all lose someone. Maybe it's the vulnerability that scares. 

Another dimention of this project is the inner and outer chaos- the focus of the camera and the hidden chaotic surroundings. I can't help but draw parallels between hand-made animation and life. 


 

On an Instagram account, we often show a polished side of ourselves.
An animated film rarely shows the struggle and chaos that surrounds the work…