Such rage as winters, reigneth in my heart, 2024
Stoneware clay, glaze of woodash
205x55x6cm
Installation view: Föränderligt Konsthantverk, Röhsska Museet

You naked trees, whose shady leaves are lost, (Such rage as winters, reigneth in my heart,)

Wherein the byrds were wont to build their bowre: (My life bloud friesing with vnkindly cold: )

And now are clothd with mosse and hoary frost, (alas why doe I loue?)
Instede of bloosmes, wherwith your buds did flowre: (As if my yeare were wast, and woxen old.)
I see your teares, that from your boughes doe raine, (And yet alas, but now my spring begonne,)
Whose drops in drery ysicles remaine. (And yet alas, yt is already donne.)

Such rage as winters, reigneth in my heart is my reinterpretation of the chapters of Edmund Spensers Shepheardes Calendar from 1579. In the book a shepherd projects his heartache onto a bare tree in January. In the same way humans, myself included, have always reflected themselves in their surrounding nature. Inspired by the icy winter tree described in The Shepheardes Calendar I have, in this work, created an interpretation of the shepherd’s supporting staff glazing it with ashes from the trees I reflect myself in.