I have this vivid memory - it’s also a place I return to often in dreams (my subconscious) side note is that my dreams might play an extra symbolic role to me as I am a mega Jungian analyst fan - so I do genuinely believe that my dreams are like windows in to the inner depths of my being and that they try to tell me something - back to the dream: So I’m a child in a cute girly flowery dress (could be balenciaga ss23) and I’m in this amusement park called Liseberg but in my dream it’s a way more nightmarish, dark horror themed park - no green bunnies to be seen. And I enter this house called - Upp och nervända huset - I’m frightened and amused simultaneously. I enter rooms filled with weird shit in it- it’s like being in a mental patients head I imagine - in a good way. I enter a room - there is a crooked old wooden plank and underneath it there is fire and magma. I’m scared and I try to cross it. But I slip and I fall and that transparent glass cover that was supposed to catch me does not appear. So I fall and fall and then I’m flying - everything around me gets warmer and then my flower dress is one fire and as I look down I realize I’m falling into the sun. Then I disappear and my flesh has burned into ash. Then within the dream I wake up and I’m in the real “upp och nervända huset” and I am lying on the glass and underneath me is just fake lava and fire and I realize that it’s all fake. Everything around me that before felt bizarre just feels fake. So this exhibition is about entering the world of the bizarre aka my version of upp och nervända huset or every day of life in my opinion - where fame, fortune and power prevails over love and justice. May you all enjoy a taste of the bizarro’s !