Nelli Molfenter (Nemo) is a multi-media artist from Berlin. Currently based in Amsterdam, she studies Image and Language at the Gerrit Ritevled Academie.  

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‘No Titel’
Mixed media sculpure, 2024

‘I think about her all the time’
Mixed media sculpture, 2024

In this it was my mothers face I tried to remember. I painted her over and over again. Really nothing came from it. 

‘In Tandem’
Oil on canvas, 80x100, 2024

‘My dearest held the belief that crosses had marked the spots we stood in once. Having seen such a spot today, I pointed and exclaimed; Look, there is a spot we stood in once!’
Oil on canvas , 40x42 cm, 2024

We have given ourselves to chance and so I shed a tear to chance and nothing else.

‘Street mirror’
Oil on canvas, 13x18, 2024 
‘Bath’
Oil on canvas, 13x18cm, 2024

‘Coin covered chest, coin covered sex, Im not as heavy as you think’
Oil on canvas, 13x18cm, 2024

‘I imagine myself a man’
Acrylic on canvas, 13x18cm, 2023

‘Self portrait’
Oil on canvas, 13x18cm, 2024

‘Ryan is the most beautiful’
Pencil on canvas paper, 2023

‘Hole’ 
Pencil on paper, 2024

A poem and then a play and then a comic and hopefully something else by the end of the year.

I imagined crossing and being crushed by a car. Flat like a piece of gum I would become one with the pavement. No bone would break. I would simply bend and blend, stretch and flatten until I was smooth. I would be so smooth that no one would even notice me unless, of course, they looked down. Seeing my stretched-out face— The light turned green.

Text for Vera Luciano’s graduation work “Scripted Chaos”, 2024, Photos by: Benedikt Rittger

Blown out 
as the flame of a candle 
the dog howls 
at a passing stranger
an ache 
took shape in you.
Oh my dear, 
I miss you.

I ride my horse into a storm,
throwing my sword at the sky, 
I stab you a pretty rhyme.
So watch rain clouds roll. 

Song lyrics for Erin Mcclain’s collection “at the base of little sheep mountain” , 2024, Photo by: Team Peter Stigter
              
I wish I had the hands - had the hands - had the hands - had the hands - of a father. 

To look to myself and to cup what is shapeless, to look to another and to leave what is shapeless. To love what leaves no loving, to look at something long enough. 

Part of the pome ”Cup the crown” performed at EnterEnter together with bring your own book, 2023

I’m terribly homesick I say to you and you say I live right around the corner. I say that’s not what I mean and you say I would be home tomorrow dizzy now from the overflowing spit in my mouth. 

I could not tell if your eyes were open or closed, if you were awake or dozing off already. Dizzy the day after dizzy realizing that I had fallen asleep.

Part of “Homesick in spring” for Mnemotope issue 5, 2024

I want to eat the sun and the moon I want to eat the water they rest on. 
I want to eat them without a spoon,
with my fingers.
No, I don't want to have fingers. 

I want to be the sun and the moon 
I want to be the sun and the moon
and the water they rest on.

Part of  “A sweet song for you” for Rietveld Uncut at Stedelijk Museum, 2023

Poem “Pickpocket” for W139 together with bring your own book, 2023



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