Galleri Fisk

The travel of matter. From powder to shape to powder again.

The travel of matter as an indication of time passed. Or time passing thru matter leaving it changed behind. We are surrounded by the same matter that we contain. Being a part in the everything. (Looking different and being the same.)

I am a stick.

The exhibition is the history of matter compressed to fit in to the galleryspace. And a short story about the sometimes destructive relationship between culture and nature.