Katrine Bobek's painting’s, set a vibrant tone, ensnaring the viewer, warping in multitudes that appear to be as playful as they are sombre. The folkloric figures inhabit one otherworldly scene inside and after another, forming a condensed milieu that does not care for fixed categories. It is this attitude that lets compositions and an off-centred use of symbols melt seamlessly; the sun, the sky, the clouds all burst out of trembling landscapes with a blustering verve or with a serene simpleness. The inner lens used in shaping these landscapes has seasons of feelings. They fluctuate between severe and joyous sentiments, one could say only opposites by nature and thus kins through the shared gravity of their gestures.

Whoever meddles, whoever tries to dive with their eyes into the deepest layers of paint finds vibrations of colour, details in a continuous motion. By continually applying layers, Bobek lets the failures alchemise, and so they sediment into something that constitutes the seen painting almost as ‘the thing that never was.’ And then comes the coloured figures, the characters observing and inhabiting these worlds where; “Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colours, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.” A quote by Rainer Maria Rilke.

Text by Karen Vestergaard Andersen