Spontan kvinnelig affekt! Vevarbeid jeg fikk en kritikerpris for. Inspirert av et radioprogram(nrk) om gresk mytologi.
We dont Know what the Little Bird Sings! Its a songreference in this piece: We No Who U R by Nick Cave.

Visit Absolute Tapestry: They have a new webpage, with intervieuws on tapestry. One of them with me. Link Here


You can see some of my tapestries at American Tapestry Alliance where Jessica Hemmings has curated the exhibition From Back to Front.



Clean, Sober Reflection!
Escape Attempts!

On the project Immersed in Another World here: Kunstløftet

Now: Klesmerker/Badges for sale at Kunstlounge Nitja


Happy that this work "Chasing Reality Lately/Girl Walking" now is in Oslo kommunes kunstsamling.-------------------------------------------->>


Find Weaving New Worlds’ catalogue on ISUU. It was published to accompany the exhibition Weaving New Worlds at William Morris Gallery.


Interview in Form n. 3/2018 on my works by Bibbi Omtveit

When Grief Comes, Landart2015

Nice review on Weaving New Worlds- link.     

On Here & Now:  Design Week UK

I Soft Galleri  sin nettbutikk har jeg nå vevarbeid for salg, der finner du og arbeid av mange andre norske tekstilkunstnere/ kunsthåndverkere. 


Trine Lotte Krogseth has written about 8 artists from Nord Trøndelag, and I am glad to be one of them:

http://www.textilecurator.com/


Trendtablet also have articles on textile.

She is Lost in Thought
Apply Your Energy in the Spirit of Love #1, 2006
A Time Beyond Time etc
Try to Relax!

                                   

                             

                          

                     

            

                   

                       

Brittle, Little & The Brutal Truth

Warp in Web/ Free Me: 

 

A few years ago I made a row of tapestries, with a reference to a booklet tematizing women, self-help literature and  loveaddictons. These tapestries were shown to point to how victims after been offended, violated or/and publicly shamed show little but fright of being in relationships, and that they find it hard to get and receive love. The tapestries have titles inspired by webhoroscopes and shown as a whole, the title was: You Might As Well Face It: You`re Addicted to Love. In my sketches, the tapetries had undertitles as: Blush! / Stay!/ Kneel! / Dream!


Addictions is not what I write about in my lyrics, but the afterglows of living, in several ways. And I try to add a little humour, or distance, so we, you, dont have to be blue:

Apply Your Energy in the Spirit of Love! In the background: She is Lost in Thought. And Burbling Enthusiasm.

For info on my tapestries in frame: scroll down a bit:

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Innkjøpt ble denne billedveven til Museet Nord Trøndelag: 








They Say in Life We Make Our Own Luck!
Pinkie, vevd i 2021
Renning med Fugler/ Up&Up
Dear Disney

                    

Rose, 2019/20, fotograf Øystein Thorvaldsen
Running Fox
Og Ingen, pamflett i tekstil, 2018-20

Projects: Nupereller_Roses/Poses, on roles, to care for, and to posture yourself. This project is done with a regard to the norwegian poet Inger Hagerups beautiful poem Nyperosa. I started my work on this project in 2018. The roses are appropriated from Den Norske Flora(1974/85 utgaven). And future tapestries are for now my project on men and their words in literature on men and their friendship with women, in You Never Laugh Laughter(q.D.H.Lawrence).

Vev med renning av jersey, 2022
Vev under arbeid 2022
Nupereller/Poses, new project to be shown in 2020/21
This is a tapestry with my own textile drawings/badges as motif/appropriated material
Soloshow, Billedvev / Tapestry Paris, 2014

For more tapestries and also textile prints, have a look under lyrics

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Tonje Høydahl Sørli

tapestry, comics  and random writings

Try to Relax! Exhibited at Hå Gamle Prestegard.
They Say in Life We Make Our Own Luck!
Explode in a Flirtateous Mood!
Love Lies Behind a Green Door!
You Wish It Could Change!
When Grief Comes, book for your songs

The project When Grief Comes was shown at LANDART 2015 in Ask. In this project I  focused on the healing aspects nature, music and birds can have for those that are in need of healing and of seeing an end to misery. The Bluebird is an old symbol of hope and new beginnings. When Grief Comes also has its own playlist on some platforms: Birds and Trees, Playlist Landart 2015. Enjoy!The shelter is made by Kjetil Sivertsen and Odd J. Martinsen.

When Grief Comes, Gapahuken/The shelter is made by Kjetil Sivertsen and Odd J. Martinsen


The comic Imprint, is on becoming distant when having triggers. A trigger is a reminder, almost as an imprint, in self and feelings, that makes you lose yourself for a second. I first learnt about this frozen way of staring of a psychologist that worked with refugees. Frozen gazes is a normal and healthy state when driving a bus or doing something you often do. As a post trauma reaction this distant glare is not dangerous or harmfull. Its just a brain pausing in the middle of everything.



When Grief Comes, hammock.

^From Her point of View/





  • Lyrics
  • Tapestry
  • about
  • CV
  • Immersed in Another World

Thom Yorke striking in London*

 

this is a a a

this i i i i i sis

 

evening boost

my tapestries in row,

on on oh its on

powerstruggle,

being small vs big, or strong,

 

what makes he

not greet me,

but, before I go,

to claim I am leaving

as Anna,

when I came as

myself, artist and mum,

 

Anna leaves, oh

then Anna leaves,

 

then to take her little hand,

earlier they had gathered, twenty dark youngsters at Walthamstow Central,

the speaker screamed:

this is evacuating alarm,

 

we found a sign to

the gallery and me

as always pretending

that everything was fine,

buying icecream,

and the riot disappeared,

 

Anna leaves, oh

then Anna leaves,

 

waking up without sleep,

they shrieked past my window all night,

the smell of

garbage and London

built on the old,

so then I listened to the

neighbours talk.

 

I did pretend to be them,

them with the talk,

of couse,

till our flight was

cancelled,

and I rebooked and

then we left.


Wave then to this,

remembered stillness

in a friend:

He gazed behind,

over his shoulder,

as I once did,

oh Dear Yorke, this is,

why do we do this work,

like this, its nothing but pain, is it.

 

Anna leaves, oh

then Anna leaves.


-Sørli

 

* I used to have names.  And I used to be proud of them. So this

lyric is written with a

thought on that.