Strange familiar smells (three spheres) - when I became New Age..

My last project in school, selfchosen

First, I decided that I wanted some far-out project, where I would build my own gigantic canvas, paint on it, and then make an installation where people would look at my work in a camera obscure-room, I would build for the occation. And then I thought I could stand next to the installation and cook food, so that people also would experience through their smell-sense.

I dropped it all. I wanted to do something that nobody would expect me to do

Then I started to think about something that has been on my mind, for over a year now.
It started with at picture in my head of some sort of a staircase. And some strange feeling of a place where you can sense the precence of other people, but only just. Like somebody had just left the room.
Before I knew it, I was swirled up in strange fantasies about lighthouses, frost, northern light, polar expeditons, camera obscura and faint melancholic pseudo-memories of a longgone summer. Strange familiar smells. Glimpses in the corner of my eye. Things like that.
It was clear to me, that all these things was somehow linked together. But I could not for the world figure out how.

In the end I desided that my project should be about these strange feelings. And that I should somehowe, through analyse and such, figure out what it was all about.
It is very complicated. And I think I will post some of all my analyse material later. Then perhaps the product of the project will make some sense to you..

But in short, I figured out, that i could boil down three catagories (I would later call them spheres) of feelings/textures, which all the pictures feelings and textures circled around. (It's pretty fucking abstract in my head)
First sphere is the raw and intense. It has words like sexuality, brutality, ocean, storm, coldness.
Second sphere is the mysterious subtleness, it has words like undefinable, light, Aion, melancholy, frost, dreams, morning.
The third sphere is the sort of cozy, homely Biedermeier.. words like rain, rainpits, smell of burning nells, dew, wooden floor, smell of lighting a candle, normality, meditation..
I figured out that almost all I was interrested in, almost all the things in art that would trigger me, the things that moves me, well they all seems to have on, two or three of these spheres in them. The spheres would interact and blend, creating unique textures. It became clear to me, that non of these could very well function, and pehaps not very healthy, on their own. They needed the others to find a balance.
I later realized that these spheres perhaps already have been defined a long time ago. They share clear simularities with what we call Heaven, Hell and the Profane Life.
I find it intriguing that these things could be a part of me, deep down, without my knowing.

I made three big posters you can see down there. I made them in a very strict Russian poster/bauhaus like style. Just to make it a little more abstract. And to see how much of all these fucked up things I could actually express through composition..