Poem Cards
Fragments of Existence
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BJÖRG EGGEN
BJÖRG is a Swedish-Norwegian artist whose work captures the fragile, complex layers of human experience. Using ink, poems and fluid, organic lines, she channels spontaneous reflections on life—rooted in moments of observation, emotion, and lived reality. Her visual language is immediate and instinctive, offering an unfiltered glimpse into both personal and societal states of being.
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Artistic Manifesto
Art, for BJÖRG, is not about perfection—it’s about presence. She creates to unsettle, to illuminate, and to ask questions that often go unspoken. By fusing raw expression with themes of identity, politics, and inner struggle, her pieces act as open-ended invitations to feel, to reflect, and to respond. The work does not offer answers, but rather opens space for honest conversation and shared vulnerability.
"When I get a strong feeling. I let it run through me and the pencil until the feeling left me with inner peace which trapped in the inked paper”
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About Collection
Fragments of Existence is a work born from BJÖRG’s private diary—transformed into public testimony. Each piece is made in a single sitting, without correction, preserving the urgency and authenticity of the moment. Through deliberate use of monochrome ink, handwritten poems, and unedited gestures, she captures the tension between what is said and what is silenced. These works trace the echoes of forgotten voices and fleeting emotions—held in place before they disappear.
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Collection Info
Medium Calligraphy, ink on paper
Themes Existence, time, the ephemeral, the unspoken
Number of works 43
Status Available for exhibition and sale
Poem & artwork
Trump
“They wrap the world in plastic skin,
Sell us futures paper-thin.
Eyes are wired, hearts grow numb,
Forests fall to profit’s drum.
They carve the air with phantom lines,
Then crown the cruel and call it fine.
A thousand veils and silent lies—
The end crawls in beneath our eyes.
Poem & artwork
Dream
“Dream. Let your inner light shine bright,
Through shadows deep a quiet light.
A spark within, a hidden fire,
Awakens hope, lifts dreams higher.
Trust in paths unseen, unknown,
For in the dark, true strength is grown.”
Poem & artwork
Queen
“Tears of blood upon her skin,
Each drop a war she holds within.
Crown of ash, unbowed, unbent.
She is the storm, the punishment.
They came to break, she rose instead.
A queen of silence, forged in red.”
Poem & artwork
SheMan
“Not half of this, nor part of that,
but storm and stillness, wild and flat.
Two currents held in one still stream,
a quiet force, a woven beam.
Man and woman, dusk and dawn —
in SheMan’s form, the two are one.
A circle drawn with breath and skin,
the strength without, the peace within.”
Poem & artwork
Skull
“You see a mask, a crafted face,
a surface built with careful grace.
But deeper down, where shadows hide,
lies a world no eyes can find.
So judge not by the things you see—
a soul runs deeper than skin can be.”
Poem & artwork
My Demons
“Me and my demons, we’re tight like glue,
Laugh in the shadows where the night runs through.
They beat in my heart, they burn in my veins,
Whisper my fears, then dance in the flames.
Every scar’s a badge, not a mark of shame—
We’re chaos, we’re beauty, we’re soul, we’re flame.”
Poem & artwork
Gamer
“Fingers tap, the daylight slips,
lost in screens and pixel trips.
Endless feeds and flashing lights,
pulling us through sleepless nights.
With every click, the real grows thin,
we chase a world we’re trapped within.
Bound by the glow, we drift away—
tomorrow fades into today.”
Poem & artwork
Oh Holly
“Oh Holly, spark in every breath,
the life that dances under death.
You bloom in dirt, in child’s cry,
in thunder’s roar and raven’s sky.
Yet mortals speak with stolen grace,
they build you walls, they give you face.
Their temples rise, their judgments fall—
they cage the wind, then claim it all.
But you remain, beyond their claim,
a holy fire without a name.
Not theirs to wield, not theirs to own—
you pulse in stars, in bone, in stone.”