Come closer. You can hear it. Delicate, black ink is infiltrating gently but vibrantly a
white sheet, then a textile bag, a canvas or a napkin in the slightly scruffy coffeehouse
next door. Gently but steadily, gently but never without wink, as the meticulously
accurate traits of this world of sketches hardly ever occur without a pinch of irony.
In the cruel world, in which we live and love, has unconstrained originality become a
scarcity value. Therefore louise isbjørn is bringing us with a few, but meaningful strokes
closer to the cruelty, the destitution and eventually to the reality that scoffing high-gloss
and cable television are trying to hide from us.