A black-and-white artist book by Malin Gabriella Nordin, published by Shelter Press. Nordin’s work consists of fragments reconstructed from memories, dreams, and surroundings where past and present no longer work as isolated units. Something that starts out as a collage on paper becomes sculpture and later a painting from another point of view, constantly changing in the search for the right medium for each work. New characters with different qualities and abilities emerge from each iteration.

Shelter Press describes the book with the following poem:

Hey you you there why don’t you walk right in, it’s okay turn to the left, a little bit further, now you’re in front of a new territory never been here or seen it before, it’s time to explore these feelings of yours. Look upstairs, it’s getting hot the air is rare cause there is something funny in a big scale what can it be, is it smiling at me following me, like if I was its key there is more out there, but we’re just passing through, crossing paths, I’m your clue. Just follow the line it’s all up in the sky stormy weathers passing by I see you, don’t think you can escape I will blow you in other directions to the ones you can’t ache. Anything can in the end, break away from someone’s gaze that is what is up right now and what is not will down your mouth. Watch your step it’s getting wet, let’s find a way to stand up straight don’t count to grey, it’s all these in-betweenness that keeps me A OK. Let’s give some space for the ones that shine bright and purple, eyes come closer drying up ’til all crust falls off getting splashed, confusion grows in a massive class rap. Step it up, shake it well, give it all, celebrate, crossing fingers, eyes don’t lie making patterns in the sky, mourning, yearning calculate, all these colors join embrace shades on top of each other like memories of lost space keeping company, letting be, keep on counting, soon we’ll be free. Wild and free as we can be, thick and red, coming together, pulsating now and for ever full frontal and down through a hole, revisit the darkness, black is low changing colors, moving by, a couple steps further and you will roll over let all tears sail away when the horizon come closer, memories fade and the sun keeps us pale. These are the fruits of yesterday’s harvest, silk worms are working, the mass is falling let there be light, neither day nor night wave your flag raise it high let’s get wasted and cruise right by.

Text by: Alexandra Karpilovski