We are pleased to present works by Jenny Carlsson Grip, an artist who has been praised and recognized for both her painting and her prints. For Carlsson Grip, the two techniques are actually the same but they behave differently, which is also the charm.
For a few years, Jenny Carlsson Grip has been working with a field work that she calls From the Weather Diary, where she works outdoors and creates diary entries of places, impressions and weather, trying to capture close contact with smells and physical impressions of nature directly. In recent years, she has often worked with drypoint.
– I make the plates outdoors, scratch, see, think. Then I go into the workshop where the other work begins. I enjoy the methodical work of inking, drying, losing control of the end result but at the same time trying to maintain it. The printing press, tearing and wetting paper. The smells.
The result of the work is unique prints called monotypes. A work that is close to painting.
– I appreciate and strive for each print to be an original. I usually do not use the same plate more than once. If I do, it changes between times with a new drawing.
Jenny Carlsson Grip began working with printmaking at a young age in Ronneby.
– The encounter with scents, viscous printmaking inks, presses and chemical rooms left an early mark on my work.
The printmaking practice continued during the years at preparatory art school, but was then put on hold to make room for painting.
– But 4 years ago I moved back to my hometown and started working again in the workshop where it all began. I now live in the forest, have my studio in a renovated barn and paint indoors and outdoors.
The works that ed. art now presents are made in the fields in the Härjedalen mountains and in the forests of lush, dense Blekinge and explore similarities and differences between the geographical locations.
Jenny Carlsson Grip has added snippets of texts to the pictures:
From the Weather Diary 2024 The Mountain (Härjedalen)
The Earth speaks. About
Drops of water. Sometimes like rods.
Swallowed by the mire.
Small white flowers stretch in the grass.
Towards the mountain
among the branches
Uprooted tree.
Abyss wind
From the Weather Diary 2024 Trunks (Blekinge)
Among the trunks
it tears, caresses, scares.
Inaccessible and inviting.
Everything is color.
Carves deep grooves, lets the greenery cry.
Charm, delight.
Sinking down to the knees
in a marsh.
Hear saws, chirps, the wind, old voices.
