Ina
descends slowly from the mountain and collects what has been blown in
front of her feet by the storm. She lives in the city but again and
again escapes to the mountain to find the elements there that are
ages old and familiar but are again and again strange and new
reflecting on the physical being. The pausing and expectant waiting in
order to see which patterns of looking create orientation makes her
arrive at installations, drawings and fleeing traces of painting all of
which always bear the attentiveness of the preliminary.
E. Suhr 2008
E. Suhr 2008