Lena Flodman's dystopian rococo.
To wander around among Flodman's objects is like entering a haunted house at a carnival or possibly as part of a dystopia that unfolds in a candy store. It portrays a current environmental problem which lures the observer to a topic that is portrayed as deeply analytical as well as depressing. But the point is missing. The possible good is not calculated, it just happens to be a consequence of the painter's aesthetic choices.
The objects' bombastic bordering, rampant decoration and frustrating misanthropic delight is also a rather obvious twinkle to the rococo.
And if it goes really wrong it is possibly here one can find the most obvious entrance to interprete Lena Flodman's art. Perhaps slowly decomposing plastic toys are the starting point for the Anthropocene age that is presented to us when we are supposed to shape our rolling rocailles.
Sebastian Johans critic
