LEA RASOVSZKY

Here I am. doing art because I can't do anything else with this much drive and amusement. It started with drawing boy band members when I was about 8 or 9 (I call it the BackStreetBoys School for Gifted Children) then on to other things such as installation, painting, ceramics and of course, more drawing (that's my Beavis & Butthead Royal College days). It all led to where I am right now, this inbetween I thoroughly enjoy and where I let my mind and hands wonder through ideas and materials, uncovering parts of a huge neverending playground.

Writing is part of my bestiary. Words are delicious, heavy, unreal, too real and I cannot be without them. On my body and on my art. I have too many little notebooks, one for every jacket or backpack, it seems like, and that's where I keep every word, shape, idea, petal, and photo I collect. It is impossible to choose only one book as a fav. It is like picking only a leaf out of an amazonian jungle. 

The translation of her book Dig the Inbetween is coming out this year, with support from Statens Kunstfond.

the authors

  • Neus Casanova Vico

    Neus Casanova Vico

    I think my relationship with writing is the most stable one I've ever had. It's always there, I always carry it with me in the form of a notebook. Sometimes it's for fun, sometimes it gets more serious, sometimes it's because I don't have anyone else to talk to.

  • letitia despina

    Letitia Despina

    Early onset intertextuality, aged seven I would copy poems and pass them as my own, while at the same time faking illiteracy so my grandma would read for me. I grew out of lying and thieving the only way I knew how: telling the truth.

  • Dave Wood

    Dave Wood

    I love the frantic cut-up thoughts just before sleep, that’s my favourite time to write. It’s also when I’m least motivated to put anything down. But there’s something freeing about thinking something is good, wanting to write it down but losing to sleep, then never remembering it again.

  • lea rasovszky

    Lea Rasovszky

    Writing is part of my bestiary. Words are delicious, heavy, unreal, too real and I cannot be without them. On my body and on my art.