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Kim Simonsson: Recent Works

Online Exclusive

Summer 2023

Kim Simonsson

Skier, 2022-2023

Stoneware, nylon fibre, epoxy resin, and readymade

32.68h x 11.81w x 27.56d in

SIK201

Kim Simonsson

Birdboy, 2023

Stoneware, nylon fibre, epoxy resin, and readymade

41.34h x 25.59w x 19.69d in

SIK202

Kim Simonsson

Tennis Player, 2020-2023

Stoneware, nylon fibre, epoxy resin, and readymade

41.34h x 17.72w x 19.69d in

SIK203

Kim Simonsson

Fashionable mossgirl, 2022-2023

Stoneware, nylon fibre, epoxy resin, and readymade

37.40h x 11.81w x 15.75d in

SIK204

Kim Simonsson

Mossgirl with Stereo, 2019 - 2023

Stoneware, nylon fibre, epoxy resin, and readymade

23.62h x 11.81w x 23.62d in

SIK205

Kim Simonsson

Enlightened Ruler, 2022-2023

Stoneware, nylon fibre, epoxy resin, and readymade

40.55h x 17.72w x 15.75d in

SIK206

Press Release

This online-exclusive exhibition runs from July 5th - August 31st, 2023.

For inquiries, please email grace@jasonjacques.com

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Kim Simonsson’s makes work that is beautiful and strange, magical and unexplainable, rife with references to fairytales and pop-culture— mythologies old and new.

The Moss People carry the mundane little bits of daily life entombed in old toys, skis, and stereos, the specter of an apocalypse hiding in between the lines; Simonsson once wrote, “When creating them I had an apocalyptic moment in mind, a horrible disastrous event in mankind, after which only children survived. These kids needed to become strong and self-reliant as nobody could look after them anymore. In my mind these kids are on their own and have to survive.”

The figures are uncanny, dreamy, and just a touch melancholic. In spite of their size, their presence is monumental— you wonder if they look at you with equal curiosity when your back is turned. They have a quality about them which can only be put into words that don’t exist, describable only in terms that vanish as soon as they are spoken, things which cease to exist as soon as they are named.

These sculptures feel ancient, yet contemporary. They are children, creatures of boundless potential. They stand covered in Moss as though they’ve been frozen in time— or, as though they exist in a time outside our own. They are impish little fairies, occupants of a feral schoolyard lost deep within in the Taiga. They are temporal nomads who slip in and out of our world, collecting hobby horses, shovels, and tennis rackets as they come and go.

The Moss People ask us to suspend disbelief as they weave tales around us— impossible to pin down, and even harder to look away from.

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