Category Archives: Creative Process

Cocaine as lover

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This sculpture deals with love and betrayal.



It had been a long time since I’d worked with plaster, so I am in the process of remembering…


Model and form are one. The left arm has been left for later as there is a plan for this one that would make it too vulnerable to do now.



I’m using jute to strengthen the plaster.



Next morning she was ready to be strengthened. I turned her over and put more plaster and jute in the back of the mould because I will not be making a cast from it.



Yet another head bits the plaster. This time I wanted an outstretched neck. All will become clear…

Creative Process: Mould-making, casting and a melt-down.

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My up-coming exhibition deals with addiction and its effects on the addict and their close friends and family.

It is a tough subject and pretty painful. This artwork is proceeding slowly, but surely.

I won’t say too much but just let you have a look behind the studio doors.



Making the mould. I like to leave the mouth and eyes till last so the model doesn’t feel too claustrophobic too soon.



First time to make the plaster cast of the head. There is a split in the back of the head so that it will be possible to pull the cast off.



Apparently the caption should be, “I think, therefore I am”. The plaster head once finished.


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This is kind of what I’m aiming at. I am just struggling to find these plastic spheres, so this is a photoshopped one. I found a supplier in the States, where I could get 4 spheres for $70. But to have them shipped by UPS would have cost $218! What??? So, that was cancelled!



OK. How do I get this out again? I had to make some experiments as to what barrier substance could cope with going in the oven. Vaseline could, but there were places where I hadn’t made enough of a barrier and I was about to get into a panic. But sawing open the mould helped ūüôā



The moment when the luminous, translucent head had hatched! I had to form the ears by hand afterwards.



Hard to believe that cast could fit into that mould! The idea with the translucent head is that I want to put light inside to give the impression that there is internal activity that the outside world is not able to participate in. That is what drugs create – an affair with another reality.



Here is the translucent cast from the plaster mould. The ear has now been formed.



I had a meltdown – literally. Once I’d modelled the ears I put the head back in the oven on its side. But I hadn’t accounted for that Cerenit softens when hot and the head couldn’t keep its form, and broke into about 6 pieces! I tried to keep my composure, and with a bit of super glue, pieced it together bit by bit. A friend suggested a hair-dryer. But I realised the same thing could happen here, so I stuffed a blanket inside the head to keep its form. The ears are now sufficiently hardened and the head is whole again.


Den Friere udenfor Charlottenborg kunstgalleri, og Det Kongelige Teater

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Siden slutningen af nov 2017 har Den Friere d√łr st√•et p√• Kongens Nytorv 3-5. V√¶rket havde overst√•et voldsomt stormvejr foran Den Frie p√• √ėsterbro, men med sit nye beliggenhed og med den forkerte vinkel kom et vidst√łd mod v√¶rket, der v√¶ltede det, og kn√¶kkede d√łrkarmen. Jeg foretog reparationen ude p√• pladsen med PU lim, skruetvinge, varmedunke og plastik betr√¶k for at beskytte reparationen for det fortsat voldsommen vejr. Da jeg s√• vejrudsigten, kunne jeg se det n√łdvendige i, at s√łge ly et stykke tid da jeg ogs√• ville forsegle v√¶rket bedre. Jeg fandt ly under en port i Snaregade, og med hj√¶lp af en tr√¶kvogn fra Charlottenborg kunstskoles skulptur-afdeling, fik jeg transporteret v√¶rket i sikkerhed. Det har v√¶ret en udfordring at v√¶re udend√łrs kunstner i denne kontekst af regn, kulde og bl√¶st, men at opleve, at indenfor 1 1/2 time fik jeg skaffet mig ly til v√¶rket, en tr√¶kvogn, nogen, der var villig til at hj√¶lpe mig f√• v√¶rket op p√• tr√¶kvognen og nogen til at hj√¶lpe f√• v√¶rket af tr√¶kvognen igen, s√• f√łlte jeg mig be√¶ret af, den godhed jeg m√łdte. Her er nogle billeder fra Kongen Nytorv og fra reparationen.


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Den Friere udstilling foran Den Frie og senere tæt på Charlottenborg Kunstgalleri

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Som er blevet tradition for mig, lavede jeg endnu en gang, en udstilling foran Den Frie til Kunstnernes Efter√•rs Censureret udstilling i slutningen af oktober 2017. Her er nogle billeder fra opbygningsfasen af v√¶rket, jeg ville stille udenfor, som en slags modspil til det, der foreg√•r inden p√• Den Frie. Jeg kalder udstillingen Den Friere, og p√• d√łren er der skrevet “Censureret”. V√¶rket indeni d√łren er en blanding af en maleri, der omhandler det indre skrig, n√•r man f√łler, at kommunikationen mellem ens selv, og en man elsker nedbrydes, og man er magtesl√łs, samt en citat af C. S. Lewis, om s√•rbarheden i k√¶rlighed. De kommer ikke med her, men jeg skrever igen senere, om udviklingen af hvad der er foreg√•et siden v√¶rket flyttede til Kongens Nytorv 5, t√¶t p√• Charlottenborg kunstgalleri.




Preparing the door, installing lights that turn on when the door opens.




The spiral that keeps the wires together is made from a hairband I bought from The Flying Tiger.





Standing outside my artwork/exhibition in a mask of ‘anonimity’.




The anonymity relates to the fact the Censored exhibition, KE is apparently judged without their knowledge of the applicants, so I thought I might as well continue being anonymous for those who are not interested in my work.





Den Friere (The more Free/Independent) Exhibition outside Den Frie (The Free).




Inside the exhibition. Some good works, but an outrageous amount of empty walls.




A sneak peek at the artwork with one of my viewers.

Leah Robb