As a child I would lay awake fearing that my skin would certainly change into the skin of a pineapple overnight. Attempting to understand this irrational personal phobia and make it relatable for others, I began a series of experiments relating to skin-fear. Throughout these explorations I oscillated between personal, cultural, and historic associations with the skin and tropical fruits. Raised in Scandinavia, my only experience of these fruits was disconnected from their local environment; their strange armored bodies suggested a dangerous past life, indiscernible in their new context of global commerce from the colonization of the Americas to the produce aisle at Netto.
In collaboration with photographer Ida Buss