24.5 – 15.9.2019
Santeri Tuori’s video installation weaves a dense forest ecosystem into the exhibition space. The polyphonic rhythms of movement, the deepening monochromatic shades of the tree branches, and the haunting soundscape of the wind draw attention to the complex time of the forest. Something green shimmers amidst the grey. The ceramic figures of Kim Simonsson appear ageless, not unlike the forest they inhabit. They emerge here like envoys out of shared phantasmic universes, as if simultaneously from the past and the future.
Artist Santeri Tuori (b. 1970) is based in Helsinki, yet for the past ten years he has regularly returned to photograph and film the same forests on the island of Kökar in the Åland archipelago. Straying off the beaten paths, he has methodologically mapped all the locations so as to rediscover them again in different seasons. The layered videos and photographs condense into a single image the multifaceted changes of the forest ecosystem. Simultaneously,Tuori challenges the conventions of capture in portrait and landscape photography. Unlike a plantation, the forest in Tuori’s work has multiple tempos and durations determined by its slow growth and entanglements within this particular environment and climate. Surrounded by the trees, it is impossible to grasp their exact scale and distances, while the wind draws their branches ever closer to the viewer.
Sculptor Kim Simonsson (b. 1974) lives and works in Fiskars. He is best known for his ceramic figures, which have in the recent years transformed from ghostly white, manga-inspired characters into mosslike green sculptures that combine ceramics with synthetic and found materials. The sleek surface has given way to soft porous boundaries, where distinctions between man-made and natural, or between the individuals and their environments, are no longer certain. Rootless, like moss, the figures are at home in the forest, adapting to it yet never quite one with it. Popular culture references meet myths in these moss people. The sculptures carry recognisable symbolic and material traces, but they seem to belong elsewhere. Resonant with the collective subconscious, their manners and narratives echo the hidden wisdoms of fairytales.