Charlotta María Hauksdóttir: A Sense of Place

Layers of Time

Published on 12/02/ 2019

Charlotta María Hauksdóttir holds this same intimate relationship within her work in A Sense of Place. After relocating to the United States, Charlotta realized how closely connected her homeland was to her identity and sense of being. Recalling some of her earlier memories, Charlotta re-visits places and feelings that bring her back to a childhood in such a raw landscape.

Living with temporal lobe epilepsy, Charlotta’s memories are distorted with actual and perceived memories and experiences becoming interchangeable. This fragmentation is very apparent in A Sense of Place. The landscape is abstracted in various ways, with blurred and composite human scale images that create a sense of displacement, as well as cut out photographs layered together.

Living with temporal lobe epilepsy, Charlotta’s memories are distorted with actual and perceived memories and experiences becoming interchangeable. This fragmentation is very apparent in A Sense of Place. The landscape is abstracted in various ways, with blurred and composite human scale images that create a sense of displacement, as well as cut out photographs layered together.

These images also relate closely to the notion of personal identity. Charlotta like many other Icelanders, holds a deep respect for the natural landscape, intertwining nature with one’s own identity. In A Sense of Place she utilizes fingerprint patterns that evoke the uniqueness of this connection. Every individual will experience their landscape differently, and by doing so will ingrain their own memories and perceptions.

Growing up in Iceland, Charlotta like many other Icelanders, held a deep respect for the natural landscape, intertwining nature with her own sense of self. The composited images in A Sense of Place utilize fingerprint patterns that evoke the uniqueness of her connection to the land of her birth.

Our history as a species has been layering since its beginning, a representation of our mark left on the landscape. Our own world’s layering memories of human-kind’s existence.