Installation with soaps and texts. 2004 - 2014
FAC, Sierre Switzerland, 2004
Kunstnernes hus, 2004
Kunstbanken, Hamar 2007
Soap Stories
this piece of soap was the most precious
thing she owned
it was a gift and she wanted to use it
at a special occasion
this piece of soap was the only
trace of her
she had moved on to another city
she kept the smell to remember
she bought it before she left
she cared for the dead
and found that they
had lost their smell
her life had made her hands
red and swollen
the smell transformed her
she found it at a stone
by the brook
she always stole them
in her house
the cupboard
was full
she thinks he likes this smell
she loved her own smell
it was placed on the nursing table
a long time ago
she never used it
this was all she wanted to inherit
she found a purse for toilet
requisites in the loft
inside it was a box
with a soap
the summer house was empty during the winter
when the spring arrived
the old soaps were changed with new ones
she thought of it as an important ritual
she brought it from the nursing home
as a memory
she washed herself thoroughly
a week passed
and nothing has happened
the thick skin on her heels made her
blush when she used her summer shoes
she tried to wash it away
it did not help much
when it was all over
she washed herself, her clothes
and the entire apartment
afterwards the only thing left
was a smell of honey
red and swollen
she pulled
the plug
he sensed she had returned
she borrowed it from the neightbour
and hid behind the curtain
a souvenir from Italy that
came Cash on delivery
she laid it out
it was red and so lovely
the floors
came up like new
she washed
everything by hand
they didn't use soap any more
there was no room 13
room 319
a small suite with
a raisable bed
room 140
it was the first time
room 423
there were mothballs in the pocket
the suit was in use
only once a year
they believed in God
in the cupboard was the suitcase
full of booze and biscuits
room 701
they ran down the corridor naked
and swam in the pool in the dark
room 282
they pretended they went to Paris
the hotel was close by
room 720
a mirror in the ceiling
the suite, large with a view
they agreed to meet twice a year
room 317
the counterpane lay a crumple on the bed
the case with the suit left behind
room 619
the wrong room
but stayed there
room 211
lay untouched
the heart had stopped
room 201
forgot to draw the curtains
the staff smiled
when she checked out