Malene Kastalje (Denmark)

Many places and atmospheres have subconsciously influenced my work. In this memory, I recall myself on a mountain of rubbish and the sensation of walking on an extinct volcano. The ground was metallic and definitely rumbling, the sky must have been mustard yellow and the smell acrid. It was a virgin and seemingly infertile place constructed from the 1970s fired garbage slagger. Out of great wonder, a deep and blooming forest now exists.