Welcome to my world
of critical art with a twinkle in the eye.
Lars Asbjorn Nielsen
Photo. Dali Museum. Porto 2024
"We are the relationships we join - everything else is illusory."
Tivoli
Photo. 2019. Exhibition Oscar Café 2025
Longing / Gay loneliness
Photo. Oscar café. Copenhagen 2021. Exhibition at the same location 2025.
Photographs
Public intimidation.
Photo. Metro station. Copenhagen. 2025
Augmented Reality.
Photo. Rome 2019
A red line around Christiansborg.
Photo. Demonstration. Copenhagen. 2025
Stone sculptures
"Mother with child".
"The Psychology of the Gift".
Conditional or unconditional "generosity".
Dragon head. Inspired by fables, totem animals etc.
Paintings, lithographs etc.
Illustration for one of my poems. 1990
My stress relief...ceramics in friends' circles.
Sketch for a picture of the mechanics of
Power/Powerlessness.
A troll in my pants.
Chalk on acrylic. Find the poem of the same name. 1998
The little dictator.
Acrylic. The picture can be turned over and the Troll appears. 1990
Human child.
Beneath the mask lies a vulnerable soul. Acrylic, chalk.
Paper cut. 1986
See the poetry collection under projects ...
Welcome to my universe
Here you will find a selection of my work over the decades, it is a mixed bag of what I like best about my relationships.
Colorful, strange, strange, festive, dark, multicultural and exploratory, communicated through various media.
Click the boxes:
Poems from the metamorphosis 1989 - 1991
A metamorphosis requires a bug.
Background noise or
the very first wave.
The very
first wave.
White noise against the mind
indefinable nothing
ubiquitous
a murmuring, trembling
energy sparkling country, where
everything loses its usual grip
about the shape and has
the chance
to float
in
the whole thing
in the land that leads bridges
to,
but
where you step back
through curtains
out on the other side
of
this
giant movie screen, which
contains all projection options,
and in
in your own form, your body
a swing
a swell from
the very first;
one tone
one meat
one song, one world.
Mine and no one's.
Ego paralysis.
The day
we elevated the Ego
to the All
and
put superficiality
in the front,
that day emptiness triuphed over the world.
And the hunger set in. hunger for content and affirmation, presidents, heads, identities, surrogates and additives, leavening agent and silicone.
A hodgepodge in ever more furious turmoil with the ego placed in the middle, like a squealing, spinning center
Legs
very tired
from treading water, cramps
set in, paralyzing
muscle group
by muscle group
and letting
the body
sink into the dark,
empty inside, that
murmuring space
that contains everything.
A shark from the abyss..
Snapping
for
meat,
when the chance
bids.
Say.
Like swells
in oceans
silver grey – deep blue-green
sets aside
a body
the weakest idea,
its distinctiveness
in
properties of water
forwards message about
a bare piece
with delicate
meat,
who is waiting
on
the release of the hunting instinct
in
blind flange
the rake
and disintegration,
as secondary
costs lives
or
becomes a costly purchase
experience with thickened scarring
on the body and
manners.
A steel gray rough
shark snout
sniffing
my skin
in
the hope
and love
about common
brotherhood
to
teeth grinding against teeth
sets the soul free
in
the
correct element,
our shared universe.
Struck by the sun
incessant outbursts
of energy
represented by
light bundles
slanted
in the essence of water
and reflected in
scaly and sandy-colored
back,
small
glimpse
of
provocative
color palettes,
which are wandering about
hides
and playful play
without a clue
the murmuring affirmation of life,
which slides
around in
constant circles
of forced movement
so as not
to fall / sink
to rest
between sandbanks and rock formations
on the sea
bottom.
Puts its trust in
millennial
generational duplication
to it
perfect
representative
for the one in gray
serial killer,
restlessly circulating
in those
wet elements.
The egocentric reality.
Selectively marked
by what I can use
I search with my snout
for something I can use.
Like the pig squealing
at the bottom of the forest
we all find ourselves in;
Shadows
cast by authorities claim
that their existence
is determined by the promise
that right should be
that we carry them up.
My toothy grin grunts and muffles
and smacks me fat
in selective well-being
and mindless web
exists on my body's reservoirs
which eats its way through
a truffle land of
unredeemed egos
which makes for an excellent meal.
The concealed snake.
The concealed snake
hiding
in general ways of living
the everyday settings
hiding the desire
for different thinking
of different thoughts
hidding through changing skins
such as
marriage
betrothal
forever &
forever
squeezes into small awkward
shoes
which is
absolutely
uncomfortable for pangolins
otherwise free
mobility.
Fixed shape
on the incomprehensible
companion:
the anxiety,
fluxtuating
astrally
sneaks up on you
materializes its
scaly
imaginary
incredibly strong
muscle
snake
body
around the neck
before it tightens
and slowly suffocates
and twists life out of shape,
faces beyond recognition,
bodies into deformed figures in painful
stagnation and standstill,
which could have been
soulful flesh and blood.
The grip on the neck tightens
in the fight for air
strangulation on one's own person
to grab at one's own flesh
to want to separate from one's own self
schizophrenic desire lurking around the corner
which pokes the snake, the unconscious
resource, which
finds its own way
through the soul's constant turmoil
on common and tangible
frames
and deforms until
The realization paves the way
before,
to loosen the suffocating grip,
escape
Released?
The Danish dog.
While we sleep our mirage sleep
builds from the ground up
our hiding, drooling, blind deprivation
a snarling discomfort, a stabbing stomach ulcer,
planted in our person, - for later implantation
and destruction.
Today I see the beast crack
fellow human beings' skin, launcing out
through dismembered flesh, skin, to
to skin another person
to break – to kill – to quench one's thirst for blood.
Thirst
for
life.
Which is no longer there as life,
but destruction.
Which has its beginning, as internal vandalism,
before we break down in a
aggressively foaming pack that wants to
manifest that flesh and that blood,
We have ignored for so long.
The dog in us
Take revenge, that beast that
hiding from us in our stiff necks
hold on to the nice representative
person we can be outwardly, soon
constitute the jaws that snap together
our lives and bites until we freeze and
stagnate and wait,
waiting
for
the
final
second,
where the jaws snap
completely together and
crunches the person substitute that quietly
has become a delicate gnawing bone
for the dog's jaws.
The hound of the Baskervilles is loose.
Again.
It terrifies me,
The number of dogs is increasing day by day,
Some can control the beast, others let themselves be controlled.
eat.
A dog-like
human
madness,
which spreads from mind
to mind,
devastating, foaming, when first
it has locked its teeth
into the person, dissolves thoses
personal touches that before
constituted a color, to a mushy
rabid species, which like liquid lava
burns its way through the veins,
sheathes the connection to the outside,
the connection to the whole, with
burning torches
and the unconscious sparkle in the eyes.
The Werewolf Blitz begins.
Excerpt from the poetry collection: "All that we dream of". 1991
"We are our own best limitation."
Said in helplessness at not having to share my disrespect for other ignorant people :)
Of course, there have been a lot of thinking process going on before that sentence appeared in my head - I am so concerned that our vocabulary is degenerating into an accelerating Clockwork Orange-like scenario.
Generations lose ways of communicating and cultures disappear and this process has not changed throughout human history.
Dominance is here to stay, but - "sometimes you get tired of listening to yourself and need another voice?".
Without having named the world, it does not exist.
Semantics forms the foundation for our inner world of thought - later language and common frame of reference.
Today, the thought process is slowed down in echo chambers by communities of interest and algorithms - yes, we are talking socially and digitally - and we are literally becoming rootless on all levels and - as the herd people we are, who are suckers for recognition, we have ended up in an anxious, narcissistic dead end, where we cannot escape our own claustrophobic company.
The survival instinct that made us nomadic people is fighting for legitimacy. But we are being suffocated by mainstream in the desperate search for what was supposed to make us unique individuals, but, it no longer exists and culture for cultural species is being diluted in the search for the unknown land that has been found.
Fortunately, the protests have started in the major tourist destinations, in a fight to preserve the uniqueness of local culture, which is drowning in souvenir shops with indifferences produced in China.
But - "back to me":
Lars Asbjørn Nielsen, born 1961, which I forget from time to time. Almost born in a plowed furrow near Gislinge, grew up in Hjortespring/Herlev/Hareskoven and West Zealand and - has since been around the dartboard, to follow my interests, love, studies, etc.
As a result of a near-death experience at the age of 6, I have tried throughout my life to find out what really happened and - tried to understand what I experienced, through the use of various materials, photos, stone sculptures, drawings, paintings, etc. "An expression of an impression of an impression" in an attempt to get the experience at arm's length and understand what was experienced.
It took me about 30 years to reconstruct an ego seen within the framework of the social constructivist model, which has also formed the background for my exhibition "We are the relationships we join, everything else is illusory."
I have chosen two of the world's hardest materials to work with. The human psyche and granite (diamonds are too small), which has not been entirely coincidental, as resistance has always kept me sharp, mentally, physically, psychologically. There is also a third option, but against fools even gods fight in vain. (Fortunately, I do not believe in a personified god.)
I have always had a strong connection to nature and have gained a good knowledge of it through my education as a landscaping gardener, where I have been within all the possibilities of the education. Subsequently, because psychology and socialization have always been in my focus, I took the education as a social educator specializing in special needs and - in addition to being thrown into the popularist turbulence of the education sector, I gained knowledge of the many aspects of being human.
Danish culture is declining, suffocated by mainstream and a lack of curiosity for life in general, be it from a social or political perspective and - the individual initiative, motivation for and support for the creative/musical professions are not the human values that are sought, because the focus is mostly on material values.
This is where the Danes have chosen a very peculiar rhetoric, where dehumanization, deprofessionalization, social dumping and top management have been implemented in the daily political discourse about values in the education-hospital-"welfare" system.
I usually say "I die of well-being" and it is said with strong irony, because - I will never be rich. I've married into a billionaire family and - worked for one, and - you know what? It's really not worth it.
So my world doesn't consist of checking the index for the value of bricks or capital investment - so my currency is pure cryptocurrency - i.e. non-existent. And yet.
Queertunes 2025. Yay!