Pop-Up | Hornstull Marknad

Pop-Up at Hornstulls Marknad

No gallery. No filter. Just art — and then the storm.

This was never meant to be polished.
I brought my art to Hornstulls Marknad to meet people directly — in the middle of the city, next to the food trucks, the vinyl crates, the noise.
No buffer. No frame. Just a table, ink, prints, and me.

People came. Looked. Talked. Some left with a piece of something real — wearable, hangable, carryable.
Poetry in motion. Ink with memory.
It worked. For a moment.

Then the sky opened.

After the storm 🌧️🖤
The rain didn’t “interrupt” the day — it ended it.
Ink ran down the legs of the table.
Prints turned to pulp.
The whole setup collapsed like a dying swan in slow motion.
Honestly? It was beautiful.
Elegantly destroyed.

I didn’t try to save it.
Some things aren’t meant to be protected.
Some are meant to burn so the next version can rise sharper.

I’m rebuilding.
Sharper. Meaner. Waterproof.

This pop-up will return — but next time, it’s coming with teeth.

Thanks to everyone who came by before the storm.
And to the storm itself —
I see you.