Lou Bergetoft

I search for traces of something slowly fading. A heritage dissolving before me, a sense of rootlessness I try to grasp. By recreating fragments in glass and clay, I attempt to hold onto what is lost before it disappears completely. I move between preservation and transience, between presence and absence. What can we keep? What slips through our hands? And what new memories might emerge from the remnants of what was once whole?