Sallamari Rantala, Flesh of the woods and the human why did i now wrote them so separate, 2022, Paper, bone, glassSallamari Rantala, There is one button but my finger can multiply, 2022, PaperSallamari Rantala, But-a-fire, 2022, BoneSallamari Rantala, On the bench one is drooping in exhaustion, in the sleepy mind scientific names of the lichens form into a mantra, 2022, Paper, ink, glassSallamari Rantala, Digging Screens, 2022, PaperSallamari Rantala, Digging Screens, 2022, PaperSallamari Rantala, The Seeing Sock, 2022, Paper, inkSallamari Rantala, A Palm, 2022, PaperSallamari Rantala, A Palm, 2022, PaperSallamari Rantala, Spiral Foot, 2022, BoneSallamari Rantala, Evening Fire, 2022, Paper, boneSallamari Rantala, Wings, 2022, Bone
It is about several things, like the waiting hall before the departure, counting annual growth rings, and someone stumbling on a buried object in the foreseeable future April. As well as knowing and not, and twinkling moments of touching buttons, and nearing horror. The exhibition is about growing, when flesh rounds around broken bone landscapes in a spiral motion.
Rantala’s work is based upon an observation that human connection to the landscape is often human centric and extractivist. In her practice Rantala uses field trip investigations to observe, excavate and study specificities of a place, of its materials, knowledges, and stories that assemble into sculptural installations and writing.
Exhibition consists of paper mâché sculptures and reliefs as well as engraved bones and glass objects.
