“On my mind is horror, on my mind is you, on my mind is sex, on my mind is things to do,” reads a note written by the artist Maria Pasenau, jotted down in quivery capitals and posted to her instagram account. Pasenau is only twenty-three, but she has already hung her diaristic, self-exploratory analogue photographs alongside Richard Prince and Cindy Sherman at the National Museum in Oslo. The Norwegian artist is fond of portraits but also collects objects from which she constructs apparently desultory piles, installations that speak of contemporary excess and desire. Personal and playful, visceral and viscous, Pasenau’s work belongs to a generation who know that there is no truth when it comes to images. Her work is currently on show at Pink Cube gallery, Oslo.
