In my dark hours, I see the human race as a rapidly growing skin disease, organized in a system that makes way for fast destruction. No square metre is left untouched, as we dig into earth’s pores, sucking up everything we can. In the past years I have developed deep feelings of guilt for being a part of this system.


The series features both portraits and round images. The round shape mirrors the shape of our earth and the vicious circles in our consumer society. Yet, the main reason for creating round imagery is to imply that we need to move away from what we know. Like leaving the statement often implied by marketeers: ‘The world is ours’. The West colonised the world for hundreds of years, and is still doing so today. We value our lives more than those on the eastern or southern parts of this planet. This idea of superiority stems from a Western culture which believes we must achieve status and our needs must be met immediately. To bring less damage, we should break with these discourses.



The series criticizes our unscrupulous consumer society, wherein my personal struggle as an individual with demanding needs is referred to in the recurring chess pattern. I find myself caught in a battle between good and bad, grappling with choosing whether to participate or not. In the public eye of the West, capitalism is still seen as a good-working machine giving us freedom and progression. Yet, I wonder how one can enjoy this freedom without thinking of the agony endless climate refugees in predominantly underprivileged countries will have to endure. By showing the blood on my own hands, I hope to evoke a collective responsibility towards the destructive consequences of our ever-demanding needs.

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