Ingrid Giro

Crispy white with blue sky background. Stumps and newly planted spruce twigs sticking up. The porcelain landscape in Lapland. The clear-cut is like an unnatural void waiting to be filled with life again. The clear-cut creates cracks in the landscape, broken fragments.

'I see them as a wound in the landscape, I am fascinated, all these clear-cuts of dead trees surround the village, sticking up like cylinders.'

It is winter, it arrives and is experienced, its nowness, its thisness, its specifics cap a sense of time. Trees, take root, grow and die, and this process is used to our advantage, planting trees where we want and felling where we do not. A communal wound. The landscape, measured in centuries – a constant state of flux, advancing, retreating, advancing – too slow for our impatient minds.

Exhibited works, degree exhibition

Void, 2021, Steel, ceramic