CONSUMED BY THE VOID
2025
Udstilles 2. - 26 september på September-udstillingen, Gudenåhuset Bjerringbro (kun billeddelen)
Modtog udmærkelse på Fjends kunstudstilling (kun billeddelen blev præsenteret)
2024
Udstilles nov.-dec. på Doctors Gallery, Bjerringbro.
Vinder af "Den Nationale" Lyd/billede 2024, SDF. Populært kaldet Danmarksmesterskaberne i fotografi.
'Consumed by the void' er et kunstnerisk projekt, der undersøger hvordan traumer kan manifestere sig og påvirke ens hverdag og følelsesliv.
Margit Givskovs kunstneriske undervandsbilleder af piger der omgives af vand og blomster komplimentres på skrøbeligste vis i lydsporet af Philip le Fèvre Kruses tekst om traumer der har bidt sig fast og gennemsyrer alle følelser og skygger for glæden.
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Consumed by the void
I never knew my parents.
I lost them when I was very young.
Nobody told me what happened,
no one mentioned a course.
Somehow, I knew.
Somehow, I was afraid of that lake.
Afraid even to go near the edge, taking the long route through busy traffic.
Who would catch me if I fell? Diving through the surface, my body would be encapsulated,
into the dark empty void.
I would continue to dive until I hit the bottom.
Flowers appearing around me,
beautiful in their colors, but without meaning, nevertheless. They would not save me now. Holding my breath for something. Someone who was not there. The dark depth was biting. Changing my blood to ice. My heart was still pumping, Slower for each pulse. No memories showed, No light at the end of the tunnel. Just a dream. A hand suddenly appeared from nowhere, pulling my strapped hands as one. Harpooning through the darkness, Towards the surface, Bubbles all around. Before my eyes did open. I knew, I always knew.
-Philip le Fèvre Kruse
Queen of the Abyss
Under the water I am Queen,
Just below the busy skies, everything is quiet, everything is calm.
I let the warm soothing water caresses my body.
Fill my heart with the Ocean might.
The flowers bloom in the sunrays striking through the water canvas of coral blue.
I no longer hear the tears from above, they cannot penetrate this shield of slumber.
Under the water I am Queen, Ruler of the seven seas, every fish respects my every wish, they tremble under my command, skirmish in every direction with the flick of my hand.
The seaweed tangles around my ancles, Embracing me at this banquet of servants.
The bullies from above will never find me, never reach for my crown.
Under the water I am Queen.
Incognito, hidden from their sight, I swim with my eyes closed,
Guided by the tides of time, following the dream of my ethereal being.
They will regret the way they saw me,
Weep over chances gone by. They will drink me by the gallon, When I pull them to the ocean floor.
-Philip le Fèvre Kruse
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