Met with Rosalie and Esther to go check out this exhibition at the museum next to Nyhavn. It's a pretty old brick building with big grand windows, walking distance from the Kongens Nytorv station. Walking in, we immediately found ourselves next to the museum cafe! Nyeheheh! Of course I stopped to take pictures but I'll put them up in a separate cafe post I suppose. Didn't have the time or money to stop for a drink or snack but the cafe area is very pretty indeed!
We dumped our jackets and bags in the lockers and headed straight for the exhibition!
Let me entertain you with pictures.
Light installation. I wish the room could have been dark. Rosalie said she wished it could have been in a club. Hahaha. That would be AWESOME. It would also be... ruined.



Looking at him looking away looking at me looking at you.

Looking at him looking away looking at me looking at you.
Isn't this cool! It's all paper! Reminds me of the chinese jian zhi art.

Ew. The grotesque and the beautiful.
Ew. The grotesque and the beautiful.
If you look closely enough you can see my floating head.
We found this door and opened it... to find... THIS. It was such a creepy experience. Beautiful and eerie. Dim and intense.
A wood paneled corridor with strange beautiful carvings of delicate and gruesome things.
At the end of the corridor was another door that opened into a dark room with a projector playing a very very creepy and trippy video. It was like a nightmare.
We emerged from that little adventure in the twilight zone to move to the next section where we found.... THIS. It was an endless source of entertainment and once again Rosalie and I embarrassingly had a mini photoshoot as we are wont to do in museums. Haha. We locked ourselves in that little cylinder for wayyy too long and after a while realized that everyone else in the room could probably hear our giggling and stupid comments. o.O
A circular room covered in mirror mosaic!
As you can see I clicked happily away. Shall mostly put the ones of myself up to save Rosalie the embarrassment. Hahaha.





This was cool. It's an open book between two fans and the pages lift and flutter in the wind, shiver slightly in the middle but never, never cross threshold hold--the page never turns, it is always open at the same page.
Itchy as I was, I decided to Interact With The Art and stepped in front of one of the fans to see if the page WOULD turn. (Now I wonder if the page it was opened to was of significance and if you're allowed to "interact with the art" but oh well there were no barriers) The page made it all the way over to the other side, and for a moment I was horrified, afraid I had ruined The Art, but when I stepped away, it bounced back, and went back to being in its precarious, shivering position. I wondered at what it was supposed to mean; if that was the point of it, but was too distracted by the next thing to follow that train of thought.

It could blow forever and quiver and shiver and touch the page on one side, and touch the page on the other side but never, never, turn.

Big pretty windows.

Giant brush with colourful bristles! eep! Love it!

View of the cafe from the staircase landing. Preview! Haha.

Big pretty windows.
Giant brush with colourful bristles! eep! Love it!
View of the cafe from the staircase landing. Preview! Haha.
sdfs
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