Sebastian Björkman

Mixed media exhibition

Obskura

Obskura is an exhibition exploring fear and paranoia, created during and in response to COVID-19. Inspired by Nordic folklore and Sigmund Freud’s book The Uncanny, the exhibition draws parallels between ancient superstitions and fears that emerged during the pandemic. The 14 works reimagine mythological creatures through contemporary paintings and poems, combining acrylic paint with materials such as bones, poisonous mushrooms and graveyard soil.

Bäckahäst 

160x117cm

Acrylic, spray paint, fishnet, varnish

 

 

Walking near freshwater be on your guard

Lake, river, stream is his front yard

Danger is near when you hear the hooves

Slowly in water towards you he moves

 

So calm and handsome, no violent attack

You feel an urge to climb onto his back

He drags you down into the water

Drowns you in a speechless slaughter

Kyrkogrim

116x89cm

Acrylic, soil from a fresh grave at a cemetery, varnish

 

 

A Christian tradition we all forgot

In history books a gruesome spot

When building churches at a time

There took place a brutal crime

 

Under the building buried alive

The purpose was for it to revive

Made into a weak-willed ghost 

Church became its guarding post

 

To this duty forever bound

Now a slave once a hound

At night begins the graveyard shift

Ghostly patrol, lonely drift

Spiritus 

100x65cm

Acrylic, spray paint, bones, varnish

 

 

Only the brave seeks for this

A demon from Devil’s abyss

River at night, angle and wait 

Finally it will take your bait

 

Small in size, don’t be deceived

Powers great shall be revealed

Rewards its new master with gifts

A Spiritus your life fully shifts

 

Endless wealth comes with a price

As Satan wants soul sacrifice

Give it up before too late

Greediness has end date

Mara

100x100cm

Acrylic, various varnish

 

 

In silence she enters the sleepy bedroom 

And you feel how the mood start gloom

The creature in darkness looks like a cat

Crawling slowly across your floormat 

 

Mara is the most unwanted guest

who is now sitting right on your chest

Begins to poison mind and dream

You cannot move you cannot scream 

 

Prepare yourself for this nightly mare

Add in the bedroom a certain snare

The mara loves a puzzling riddle

forgets her attack right in the middle

Tomtetroll

116x81cm

Acrylic, spray, dried Fly Agaric mushroom, varnish

 

 

Tomte, nisse, goblin, gnome 

We welcome into our home

But if we break their own rules

They punish us to look like fools 

 

Trolls are seen to be the worst

Feared by all and to hell cursed

A beast was also once a child

But got damaged when exiled

 

Who is bad and who is good

Some are just misunderstood

Few are truly foul inside

Consider that before decide

Kjällrå

81x62cm

Acrylic, dried reed, varnish

 

 

At a pond on your own

Ever felt you’re not alone

Sensing someone’s habitat

At the water calm and flat

 

On the surface sudden rings

Needles is to fear these things

The Sjörå is a shy fellow

Watching you from the below

 

Show itself is very rare

Keep in mind and beware

Don’t gaze in the waterhole

It gets nervous, steals your soul

Gruvrå

81x62cm

Acrylic, stones, epoxy resin

 

 

Enter with cautions a mine or a cave

Insults and curses will be your grave

She wants not disturbance of peace

Bothered she will her fury release

 

Enter with greed or noisily sound

You will be trapped deep underground

Stones shall fall tunnels shall flood

She doubts not to act in cold blood

 

Enter with honour your life will be spared

Even treasures to you will be shared

The Gruvrå lady is not hostile inside

Guarding the mountain with highest pride

Skogsrå

81x62cm

Acrylic, dried and pressed Rowan leaves, varnish

 

 

The beauty of a forest deep

A peace of mind you want to keep

All the greens feel like a bath

Suddenly you lost your path

 

Enjoy yourself but be aware

She’s watching you, she´s everywhere

Start to feel the Skogsrå’s spell 

A wish in woods forever dwell

Havsrå

116x81cm

Acrylic, stones, epoxy resin

 

 

The mighty ruler of open seas

A clever skipper will her please

Fight her not, tells old tales

Havsrå gives us wind in sails

 

Protector of marine creatures

Decides the stormy water’s features

Treat the ocean with respect

Or she makes us all shipwrecked

Nattramn

100x100cm
Acrylic, spray paint, feathers, various varnish

 

 

Sorrow awaiting below dark skies
Especially where the lone raven flies
In fact not a bird but a haunted soul
Suicide victim now trapped in a hole

Heaven is closed for one who arrives
Unwelcomed they that took their own lives
Can’t rest in peace now doomed to the night
Drifting in misery ‘til morning light

Lindorm 

170x100cm

Acrylic, dried and minced Linden leaves, varnish

 

 

Much more than a giant snake

A status sworn to undertake

Kneel down for the reptile king

Or chaos it will your life bring

 

The royal skin is cold and white

Rules alone no guard no knight

Castle near old linden trees

Hear below the roots its wheeze

 

Underground it guards the gold

Tight around the treasure rolled

Brave ones try to kill and steal 

Then it will true rage reveal

Bjära

100x74cm

Acrylic, wool yarn, varnish

 

 

A creature crafted by a witch

Robs the farmers, makes her rich

Sneaks into the cattle house

Sucking empty all their cows

 

The price of milk is high as gold

Kept us through the winters cold

Stealing it, an awful crime 

Leaves behind just yellow slime

 

Many tales of Bjära’s looks

A rabbit says the faithful books

But victims saw a ball of yarn

Rolling out from plundered barn

Gloson 

100x92cm

Acrylic, metallic paint, nails, varnish

 

 

Smell of metal fills the air

Golden eyes in shadows stare

Silhouette with pointy tusk

Gloson’s hunt begins at dusk

 

Her life consists of nightly raids

Skin and hair are sharp a blades 

On her back the biggest spikes

That are used for deadly strikes

 

Bursts between the victim’s legs

Splits in twain like hardboiled eggs

There’s no reason for her wrath

Keep away from crossing path

Myling

116x39cm

Acrylic, varnish

 

 

A victim of a rapist’s assault

Everyone judges, it is her own fault

The mother knows her child is not wanted

Kills while crying, the new-born gets haunted

 

The dead infant’s soul will forever be scarred

The body is not allowed in the graveyard

An unbaptized child cannot rest there

The Myling fills with hate and despair

 

The mother is caught, sentenced to death 

For killing her new-born at the first breath

The angry dead child start walking the earth

Murderous revenges to find its self-worth