Erik Corneliusson

This work originates from an endless cycle of trying to reach the next version of myself, an almost religious self-obsession. It revolves around an uncertain self-image, where I move between wanting to become more, become less, and trying to understand what ‘I’ am. Each adjustment becomes a way of managing the friction between who I experience myself to be and the one who is more easily accepted.

Through the process, I approach the body as something that can be broken down and reshaped. In this, a tension arises between control and dissolution, where the search for a fixed identity constantly slips away.

The mirror is both my friend and my enemy, a place where a distorted self-image takes form. In the mirror, a space emerges for obsession and worship, hatred and love. The mirrors have skeletons, claws and teeth. They are a Rorschach test. They are people and identities.

It would be so easy to give up my humanity.
To become a thing among things.
To escape carrying the consequences of a heart that beats too hard or too little.
To escape the responsibility that comes with being alive.