Helle Kingbird Bjerregaard

When I wake up in the morning, in most poetic way I’m sure my work is about love and softness, during the day this changes, entering the night I am certain it is about sex and death. Also being a philosopher with a background in the harsh Nordic melancholic and strict minimalistic, yet spiritual and mythical culture, in my works I always seems to be drawn to the core of life’s existence in itself.

Imagining nothing is ever lost, nonetheless everything is always moving, most likely to return at some point if we allow it. All the stories of the world are surprisingly alike, also on top of ruins something flourishes and there will be fostered.

Moving through the effort of creating, for then leaving it and letting it go by giving, not claiming ownership or requesting anything in return, history and myth can be opened up, letting past experiences replay themselves, placing us in this present layer of time, linking everything that have ever been and everything that will ever come.

No one should dream of turning into dust, but after all we are all visitors to this time, to this place. We are just passing through. We can observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we will return.