Kristina Jansson: Exhibition review

The first of the exhibition's two series of paintings hangs in the gallery's inner room. Deserted rooms, only a gaze seems to exist in them. Not mine. They are not rooms you would want to be in. You have ended up in the wrong place. Everything seems to be about withdrawing from it. As images, the vast majority of them are also far too clear. You get the strange feeling that they are almost enigmatically clear, as if they were pointing out the nothing special in the image. At the same time, there is a sense of urgency in the painting that gives the image itself an air of inevitability or necessity. It is a bit uncomfortable, you feel uneasy and want to leave. You stand and stare.