Whilst one might not initially expect the idea of nebulous matter consuming body parts to be serene, it is perhaps the detachment with which it’s expressed that imparts such peace. A man appears to be reaching into a beautiful blue
It probably comes as no surprise that Jonsson’s
“Surrealistic images are like a modern psychoanalytic version of these old alchemic images,” says Jonsson.
The metaphors come thick and fast in Jonsson’s work. A woman in her pale blue shoestring dress, her head gone, poof, in a plume of thick dark smoke. How many times have we blown our top? Had steam come out of our head? Or the businessman in his starched white shirt, his head completely obscured by the grey cloud surround him. Is it a relief to detach from reality, to simply not see what is going on around us? Or has something else consumed us? Something that means we’re here, but not really…
Jonsson’s alchemy is created in the way he takes such a natural phenomenon, the soft rolling cloud, and overlays it onto the fragility of the human spirit, either lifting it and playing with it, or gently, but firmly destroying it.
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