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http://evawollenberg.com

"And I dreamt of a woman suspended upside-down over a lava lake at the end of a rope. She had to go down, to collect magma."

I am a French artist of Polish origins born in 1982. I live and work in the middle of the woods, in the mountains of East of France. I studied Visual Arts at university but mainly followed the maverick's path and I am self-taught in photography.

I am mainly interested in digging into the mine of existentialism, chtonian mysteries, the uncanny and the unseen. My focus is on the exploration of the inner arena, emotional and psychological self-discovery. I use art as a way to uncover the true Self and integrate Shadow elements into the personality. The wild, the magic of synesthesias, symbols, rituals and intimacy drive me to create.

My creative vision has been nurtured by the encounter with the worlds of Ingmar Bergman, David Lynch, Andreï Tarkovski, or Sharunas Bartas.

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http://www.phasesmag.com/silver-mine/ Honored to see part of SILVER MINE published in the excellent Phases Magazine, I love their choices and sensitivity very much, go to discover all the other photographers, too ! Thank you Jérôme Montagne for your appreciation.

http://www.phasesmag.com/silver-mine/

Honored to see part of SILVER MINE published in the excellent Phases Magazine, I love their choices and sensitivity very much, go to discover all the other photographers, too ! Thank you Jérôme Montagne for your appreciation.

NOTEBOOKS | Selected pagesTexts : http://evawollenberg.com/writing/notebooks/  © Eva Wollenberg

NOTEBOOKS | Selected pages

Texts : http://evawollenberg.com/writing/notebooks/
© Eva Wollenberg

That was the deep uncanny mine of souls. Like veins of silver ore, they silently moved through its massive darkness. — Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.’ SILVER MINE is the work of a serial dreamer. A digger journeying through nocturnal visions and the unseen. I always felt that I carry a mysterious and deep ocean within and that my dream world is a powerful forge in which my unconscious blossoms, free, raw, shocking, pure. Intuition and guidance often come to me hand in hand with Morpheus, and I have archived these precious resources for nearly two decades. Sometimes these nocturnal visions merge with everyday reality in an uncanny way, like a whale rising from the depth to breathe, which then dives again. When younger, I was a sleepwalker, and I still am, sometimes. Insomnia plagues me as well and reality starts to present strange colours in these moments. I then write, on the verge of sleeping, feeling absolutely cut from mankind, open to whatever is pouring out of my soul, feeling nobody, ecstatic. It also happens for poems to appear in my dreams, whispered by characters. Like a bridge of flesh, I always have one foot in reality and one in the unseen. Sometimes I dive in and nearly sink, have to ground my two feet in the cold earth, deeply, while the inner world becomes a golden abyss threatening to devour me. Bringing these visions to reality is a way to ground myself and explore the legitimacy of these deep needs. When faced with the depth of my inner world, reality often tastes bitter and feels hollow. By creating a bridge between these two worlds I re-enchant the outer world, rediscover it, and digest it. Texts and higher resolution images :http://evawollenberg.com/silver-mine/ © Eva Wollenberg

That was the deep uncanny mine of souls.
Like veins of silver ore, they silently
moved through its massive darkness.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.’


SILVER MINE is the work of a serial dreamer. A digger journeying through nocturnal visions and the unseen. I always felt that I carry a mysterious and deep ocean within and that my dream world is a powerful forge in which my unconscious blossoms, free, raw, shocking, pure. Intuition and guidance often come to me hand in hand with Morpheus, and I have archived these precious resources for nearly two decades. Sometimes these nocturnal visions merge with everyday reality in an uncanny way, like a whale rising from the depth to breathe, which then dives again. When younger, I was a sleepwalker, and I still am, sometimes. Insomnia plagues me as well and reality starts to present strange colours in these moments. I then write, on the verge of sleeping, feeling absolutely cut from mankind, open to whatever is pouring out of my soul, feeling nobody, ecstatic. It also happens for poems to appear in my dreams, whispered by characters. Like a bridge of flesh, I always have one foot in reality and one in the unseen. Sometimes I dive in and nearly sink, have to ground my two feet in the cold earth, deeply, while the inner world becomes a golden abyss threatening to devour me. Bringing these visions to reality is a way to ground myself and explore the legitimacy of these deep needs. When faced with the depth of my inner world, reality often tastes bitter and feels hollow. By creating a bridge between these two worlds I re-enchant the outer world, rediscover it, and digest it.


Texts and higher resolution images :
http://evawollenberg.com/silver-mine/

© Eva Wollenberg

STRIX NEBULOSA is an ode to two feelings. One, of a deep violet, shining when hidden, full of whispers and mysteries. That sensual feeling blossoms under moonlight, and during stormy weather; it is the nest of animal instincts, dangerous bites, and deep empowerment. The deep violet feeling never wants to say its name, as it prefers silence; it stares at us, untamed, and absolute. The other, of golden sun in the chest, will tear the ribcage apart. It is glorious, burning love, that turns our bodies into light. When we experience both the golden and the violet feeling we become whole.Poems and higher resolution images :http://evawollenberg.com/strix-nebulosa/© Eva Wollenberg

STRIX NEBULOSA is an ode to two feelings. One, of a deep violet, shining when hidden, full of whispers and mysteries. That sensual feeling blossoms under moonlight, and during stormy weather; it is the nest of animal instincts, dangerous bites, and deep empowerment. The deep violet feeling never wants to say its name, as it prefers silence; it stares at us, untamed, and absolute. The other, of golden sun in the chest, will tear the ribcage apart. It is glorious, burning love, that turns our bodies into light. When we experience both the golden and the violet feeling we become whole.

Poems and higher resolution images :
http://evawollenberg.com/strix-nebulosa/
© Eva Wollenberg


MOONDOGS is a work in progress by Eva Wollenberg and Tomeu Coll, as Mr Knife & Mrs Teeth, their raw alter egos. It is an imaginary and emotional exploration of their isolated lands as well as of their friendship. They journey across Badlands in the small island of Mallorca and into the French Vosges mountains, in a territory where daily life often feels like an episode of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. These geographical areas become existential stages where archetypes, illusions, and mysterious people living on the fringe blossom. Exploring creative freedom and the dreamy part of reality, they rediscover their homelands through each other’s eyes. In overly restrictive social environments, animals guide and protect them. They become symbols of their primitive selves seeking expression and integration into consciousness. As sentences from real and imaginary world merge, confusion opens new roads. To see Moondogs, one must be able to see in the dark.A moondog, moon dog, or mock moon, (scientific name paraselene, plural paraselenae, i.e. “beside the moon”) noun. par·a·se·le·ne [par-uh-si-lee-nee]), is a rare circular spot on a lunar halo caused by the refraction of moonlight by ice crystals in clouds. They are similar to sundogs, but are rarer because the moon must be bright and full so they can appear. The subtle light of moondogs doesn’t activate the cone cells of human eyes, so they seem colorless.First preview of Moondogs made public at exact full moon, 16th March 2014, at 17:08 UTC © Eva Wollenberg & Tomeu Coll / Mr Knife & Mrs Teeth

MOONDOGS is a work in progress by Eva Wollenberg and Tomeu Coll, as Mr Knife & Mrs Teeth, their raw alter egos. It is an imaginary and emotional exploration of their isolated lands as well as of their friendship. They journey across Badlands in the small island of Mallorca and into the French Vosges mountains, in a territory where daily life often feels like an episode of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. These geographical areas become existential stages where archetypes, illusions, and mysterious people living on the fringe blossom. Exploring creative freedom and the dreamy part of reality, they rediscover their homelands through each other’s eyes. In overly restrictive social environments, animals guide and protect them. They become symbols of their primitive selves seeking expression and integration into consciousness. As sentences from real and imaginary world merge, confusion opens new roads. To see Moondogs, one must be able to see in the dark.

A moondog, moon dog, or mock moon, (scientific name paraselene, plural paraselenae, i.e. “beside the moon”) noun. par·a·se·le·ne [par-uh-si-lee-nee]), is a rare circular spot on a lunar halo caused by the refraction of moonlight by ice crystals in clouds. They are similar to sundogs, but are rarer because the moon must be bright and full so they can appear. The subtle light of moondogs doesn’t activate the cone cells of human eyes, so they seem colorless.

First preview of Moondogs made public at exact full moon, 16th March 2014, at 17:08 UTC
© Eva Wollenberg & Tomeu Coll / Mr Knife & Mrs Teeth


New images added to the serie Strix Nebulosa
http://evawollenberg.com/strix-nebulosa/

© Eva wollenberg

New images added to the serie Strix Nebulosa
http://evawollenberg.com/strix-nebulosa/

© Eva wollenberg

A typoem of mine is published in the PDF magazine Nuits et Noirs curated by R\A\W F\O\R\M\S. Each part of the magazine is structured according to a specific poetic logic. Discover other contributions by Marc Hurtado, Karley Sullivan, Nieves Mingueza, Sunnstede, Lethe / Kiyoharu Kuwayama, and many others.

A typoem of mine is published in the PDF magazine Nuits et Noirs curated by R\A\W F\O\R\M\S. Each part of the magazine is structured according to a specific poetic logic. Discover other contributions by Marc Hurtado, Karley Sullivan, Nieves Mingueza, Sunnstede, Lethe / Kiyoharu Kuwayama, and many others.

dienacht presents the first Edition of Fine Art Prints by Barry W Hughes and Eva Wollenberg.…View Post

dienacht presents the first Edition of Fine Art Prints by Barry W Hughes and Eva Wollenberg.…

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Published in dienacht Magazine #14
Cover © Asger Carlsen
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Published in dienacht Magazine #14


Cover © Asger Carlsen

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dienacht #14 released during the UNSEEN Fair in Amsterdam
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Some photographs of mine will be published in dienacht Magazine #14Print run: 1000…View Post

dienacht #14 released during the UNSEEN Fair in Amsterdam


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Some photographs of mine will be published in dienacht Magazine #14
Print run: 1000…

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SEEANCE Magazine. Photo of the day

 © Eva Wollenberg
A photo from Strix Nebulosa serie featured as “Photo of the day” on the…

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SEEANCE Magazine. Photo of the day


© Eva Wollenberg

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http://evawollenberg.com/silver-mine/© Eva Wollenberg  
That was the deep uncanny mine of souls.Like veins of silver ore, they silentlymoved through its massive darkness.— Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.’ 
SILVER MINE is the work of a serial dreamer. A digger journeying through nocturnal visions and the unseen. I always felt that I carry a mysterious and deep ocean within and that my dream world is a powerful forge in which my unconscious blossoms, free, raw, shocking, pure. Intuition and guidance often come to me hand in hand with Morpheus, and I have archived these precious resources for nearly two decades. Sometimes these nocturnal visions merge with everyday reality in an uncanny way, like a whale rising from the depth to breathe, which then dives again. When younger, I was a sleepwalker, and I still am, sometimes. Insomnia plagues me as well and reality starts to present strange colours in these moments. I then write, on the verge of sleeping, feeling absolutely cut from mankind, open to whatever is pouring out of my soul, feeling nobody, ecstatic. It also happens for poems to appear in my dreams, whispered by characters. Like a bridge of flesh, I always have one foot in reality and one in the unseen. Sometimes I dive in and nearly sink, have to ground my two feet in the cold earth, deeply, while the inner world becomes a golden abyss threatening to devour me. Bringing these visions to reality is a way to ground myself and explore the legitimacy of these deep needs. When faced with the depth of my inner world, reality often tastes bitter and feels hollow. By creating a bridge between these two worlds I re-enchant the outer world, rediscover it, and digest it. 

http://evawollenberg.com/silver-mine/
© Eva Wollenberg  


That was the deep uncanny mine of souls.
Like veins of silver ore, they silently
moved through its massive darkness.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.’

 

SILVER MINE is the work of a serial dreamer. A digger journeying through nocturnal visions and the unseen. I always felt that I carry a mysterious and deep ocean within and that my dream world is a powerful forge in which my unconscious blossoms, free, raw, shocking, pure. Intuition and guidance often come to me hand in hand with Morpheus, and I have archived these precious resources for nearly two decades. Sometimes these nocturnal visions merge with everyday reality in an uncanny way, like a whale rising from the depth to breathe, which then dives again. When younger, I was a sleepwalker, and I still am, sometimes. Insomnia plagues me as well and reality starts to present strange colours in these moments. I then write, on the verge of sleeping, feeling absolutely cut from mankind, open to whatever is pouring out of my soul, feeling nobody, ecstatic. It also happens for poems to appear in my dreams, whispered by characters. Like a bridge of flesh, I always have one foot in reality and one in the unseen. Sometimes I dive in and nearly sink, have to ground my two feet in the cold earth, deeply, while the inner world becomes a golden abyss threatening to devour me. Bringing these visions to reality is a way to ground myself and explore the legitimacy of these deep needs. When faced with the depth of my inner world, reality often tastes bitter and feels hollow. By creating a bridge between these two worlds I re-enchant the outer world, rediscover it, and digest it.