Louise Alenius hacks into formats, unsettles her musicians, challenges her audience, dissects the concert form. Some of her works are full of secret passages, cat flaps, pitfalls, false bottoms. Others are ripped open by broad brushstrokes. A riot of the senses. Origami of the mind. Several concepts co-existing in alternative forms of habitat. A lover’s drawings on the beloved. The punisher’s wounds on the punished. Plant fingers posing questions in the undergrowth.
Her works are loaded with ambiguity. They are concerned with our physical boundaries and with bodily hubris. With the muscles of willpower, the sensuality of the musicality. The richness of the moment and the pitilessness of eternity. Staggering expanses and intimate convulsions. A pain that can be converted into a flex loan of pleasure. A temperament that focuses equally on possibility and impossibility. Autumn falling within our husks. Spring rising within our senses. Imagination overcoming science. Power and powerlessness. Aggression and passivity. Fury on a tight rein.
