Björkholmen Gallery is pleased to present a solo exhibition with new photographs by Dawid.
Dawid is regarded as one of the most influential photo based artists in Sweden. Since the 1970’s his work has had great significance for the photographic medium as an art form. A constant examination of the boundaries between different genres, techniques and expressions, distinguishes his oeuvre. The works are often presented in restrained compositions, in series held together by combined visual and conceptual characteristics. A central theme is the ignored or overlooked, which through his seeing appears from a new perspective.
The exhibition will feature works from the photographic suite BOX. It has its origin in the 1980’s when Dawid at an opening reception received gifts of flowers that he saved and photographed. During the spring of 2020 he finds a forgotten box in his attic, containing memories from that time. Dried flowers and leaves, bottles and vases, marked by the years that have passed. Now they are given new life in a new time, portrayed in the motion between stagnation and transformation. The works, as always with the wooden frames handmade by the artist, visualizes the purity of the forms and graphic expression. The depicted objects have an elevated aesthetic and a most noticeable presence.
”Floating above the current going upstream with you. Swimmingly. Looking for hours like seconds. Hidden time. Longing time. You are a dreamer and I am a dreamer too. Scent time. Dream time. Slow and fast. Beautiful silence and you. Sweet longing in silence. Tears are not tears. I believe in love art and dying. I believe in chaos and you. It’s only a few nights and days. Protecting the dreamer. Only freedom is freedom. You and I and hours like seconds. If this is the end I disagree. I am a dimension. Unleash the dream. You are here. Drifting together towards the end of the journey. You are I am the silent river. This is the beginning. Greetings from all my realities. Tomorrow everything is brand new.”
"This past winter I had a feeling of being dissolved. I immersed myself in glittering snow and naked trees, obsessively blocking out the world beyond my daily walks. With no one’s gaze upon me, the border between what was internal and what was external became vague, reflections in icy puddles were the only things looking back at me. This curious sensation from the past year informed the process behind the works in How Like a Winter Has My Absence Been."