You can see some of my tapestries at American Tapestry Alliance where Jessica Hemmings has curated the exhibition From Back to Front.
Visit Absolute Tapestry: They have a new webpage, with intervieuws on tapestry. One of them with me. Link Here
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
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:
Innkjøpt ble denne billedveven til Museet Nord Trøndelag:
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).
Tonje Høydahl Sørli
tapestry, comics and random writings
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:
For info on my tapestries in frame: scroll down a bit:
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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.
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.
^From Her point of View/
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
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.