GROVE STORY

This happened on the 19th of January in 1520, not so far away from this site:

Christian II of Denmark tried to consolidate his power over Sweden within the Kalmar Union.
On the ice of the lake Åsunden he was intercepted by Sten Sture the Younger.
A cannonball ricochetted of the ice fitted Sten Sture in the beginning of the battle.
His man fled and he died on his way back to Stockholm on the ice of the lake Mälaren.
The Stockholm Bloodbath was one of the consequences of the lost battle.

In June 1914, only a few weeks before the beginning of World War I a Sten Sture monument was inaugurated at this site called Skotteken.
Oak trees are still standing here like witnesses creating a beautiful grove.

In May 2019, I visited this place for the first time.
Attracted by nine rocks which I guess should protect the grove for wild parking I got an inspiration which I could not slip:

Nine beautiful shining rocks like memories of the past creating a Line of Lost in the shadow of the oaks, fascinating and at the same time blinding.
I decided to gold cover the nine stones.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT DREAM

Just now I would be art walking on East Greenland.
But this art expedition - as so many other art events - had to be moved into the future.
So back to the roots, creating living art spaces between flowers and trees, thousands of bees and ducks, wild birds and butterflies became my art intention for this summer.

Of course I hate sculpture parks which are mostly designed with focus on the art works and sculptures they shall present.
I tried another way by bringing art and nature closer to each other based on a dialogue which is not a concept but naturally grown. Sculptures I wanted to express natural spaces in cultural situations.

So the trees in GreenLand are grown up like sculptures and the sculptures like trees.
Both kinds of art works should get space and a language to talk to each other and people when art walking through GreenLand on an Swedish West Coast island.

The most beautiful art work can be some stones spontaneously thrown without any purpose.
This idea of the Greece philosopher Heraclitus is breathing in GreenLand.