On her works on paper, her creatures cavort in colorfully annulated shimmies, pulled-up ankle socks and fluffy tutus that raise the sounds generally reserved for the glimpse into a young mother’s buggy.

Still, the drawings are a long way away from belonging into a nursery, for when only watched long enough the beings begin to live, coping with unnerving everyday life and personal relationships, sometimes malicious, sometimes in entire resignation and sadness, but always strikingly outspoken.

There are no big stories, no string of successive actions guiding through the series. They come into being casually, gather like loose pages of a storybook all letters have disappeared from. The fight with the mixer or tears shed over a broken washing machine – great gestures and heroic pathos are searched in vain in Sigga Bjorg Sigurdardottir’s drawings.

Sometimes a viewer may believe to see elves, trolls and fairies which are deeply rooted in the Icelandic mythology, doing mischief to people. “I think I am very much Icelandic, and therefore my subconscious is full of what I learned and saw growing up in Iceland. But I don’t deliberately try to do Icelandic things. I just try to be honest”, states the artist.

In sensitive yet ambivalent simplicity, the drawings look into contradictory emotions between laughing and crying, affection and disgust, compassion and gloating.

Sigga Bjorg Sigurdardottir abducts the viewer into a voyage to the realm of emotions.