Etiyé Dimma Poulsen ‘A Human Journey’
25.04.2014 – 18.05.2014
If I command anything in life it is the ability to feel and share or convey emotions through what I make. Every time I have changed homes, countries and languages art has been the only constant in my life. The language I could always speak.
Put yourself in front of a painting like Goya’s “Third of May 1808” – who needs words to understand that? Or the delightful Egyptian frescos of hunting scenes or the Iranian miniatures of gardens of leisure. All that is about life, us then, now and tomorrow. We all understand them without words.
I often travel or go on a quest to museums, temples, and sacred places in hope of letting the magic of these places and works penetrate me. At times I come home impregnated and have the urge to deliver the transformed energy into another medium. I translate my emotional experience of our common heritage through art. If one should feel the urge to brand me with a title then I would be flattered if it were “art polyglot”
Music from around the world is often the vessel, which helps me get to the goal.
I work with a maniacal frenzy until the creation is finished and only then do I obtain peace. Sometimes I wake up with an idea and work on it for the simple pleasure of seeing how it looks. Most of the time I just make sculptures as in a trance and see where my hands and mind lead me at that very moment – many new ideas are usually born in the simple process of making. On a very good day, nothing is more rewarding than having the feeling, ” This is as good as it gets!” Sadly this sensation only lasts a while. Then I go on another quest for more and hope to relive the whole process throughout once more. I don’t believe in the ultimate chef d’oeuvre. It is like looking for the perfect face. For me beauty has many faces borrowed from around the world. It is the variety that makes it exiting to hold and explore.
I don’t consider myself to be an Artist or to make Art. That is a label society puts on me in order to define or integrate me. This is the reason why I humbly say I am not an artist, but someone who feels and makes.
If the works don’t speak for themselves, then I haven’t achieved the goal I started off to accomplish. The goal to feel, make and share.Usually I ask people to write about me. This is the first time I write about my work. Difficult, painful but a good exercise I guess!
