Corinna Helenelund is a Finnish-Swedish artist working with sculpture and installation. She graduated from the Finnish Academy of Fine Arts 2013 and has since been living and working on the country side of Porvoo, Finland, and in Berlin. Her recent work has been seen at The Community, Paris, at Sinne, Helsinki, with Jupiter Woods at Interstate, NY, at Kilometre of Sculpture in Rakvere, Estonia and as set design for the play Father Fucker at the Baltic Circle Festival, Helsinki. Her practise has been supported by the The Swedish Cultural Foundation in Finland, Kone Foundation, The Arts Promotion Center Finland and Frame contemporary art.
Helenelunds work has its base in the impossibility to fit and keep the morphing formlessness of life inside the human body, with a pull towards intense emotional states and their distorted proportions and perspectives, and an interest in how inner stirrings warp our experience of the outer world while our surroundings pour their colors on us.
Or with the words of Clarice Lispector:
“But also I don’t know what form to give what happened to me. And without giving it a form, nothing can exist for me. And — and if it’s really true that nothing existed?! maybe nothing happened to me? I can only understand what happens to me but things only happen that I understand — what do I know of the rest? the rest didn’t exist. Maybe nothing ever existed! Maybe all that happened to me was a slow and great dissolution? And that this is my struggle against that disintegration: trying now to give it a form? A form shapes the chaos, a form gives construction to the amorphous substance — the vision of an infinite piece of meat is the vision of a mad, but if I cut if I cut that meat into pieces and parcel them out over days and over hungers — then it would no longer be perdition and madness: it would once again be humanised life. “
“All sudden understanding is finally the revelation of an acute incomprehension. Each moment of finding is a getting lost. No understanding of mine will ever reach that knowledge, since living is the only height within my grasp — I am only on the level of life. Except now, now I know a secret. Which I am already forgetting, ah I feel that I am already forgetting…. “
(from The Passion according to G.H)