Felia Gram-Hanssen

1983, The School of Media Arts Skolen for Mediekunst

Building a sound mobile.
I´m looking at a dancing body. With my hand I make a circular movement, letting the drumstick hit with a confident composure. I do it with a minimum of inner debate, just leading my hand over the drum-kit like its moving on its own. I want to create a scenario where the actions i make with my hands can have a conversation. Like bricks placed on top of each other, the audiable interactions build a structure that translates movement into sound. Each sound formation I make reflects a dance on the platform in front of me. In order to translate the movement into sound, I organize the moving images into a graphical notation system. I’m programmed to interpret these graphical punctuations as if I was navigating though a marsh field, with a map telling me when to turn and when to leave a noticeable mark for a possible return. And maybe there is a need for repetitive scratches on the ground, to be able to shape a groove.
I’m telling what I know in the vocabulary I have been given. Perhaps there is no other way to express what I want to say.

Bjarke Hvass Kure i samarbejde med Asger Behncke Jacobsen

1988, The School of Media Arts Skolen for Mediekunst

Den ambitiøse avis Dagen, der udkom 40 gange i efteråret 2002, før de røde tal lukkede det, genopstår nu.

Webvirksomheden TrafikOptimering Aps har købt rettighederne til webadressen www.dagen.dk og begynder angiveligt fra midt i 2006 at lancere en webavis med nyheder og andet indhold. Det nye Dagen skal være en interaktiv internetavis med indhold fra kendte medier som for eksempel Reuters, Børsen, Berlingske, Politiken og Jyllands Posten.

TrafikOptimering ønsker at anvende samme logo og skrifttype som i den trykte udgave af Dagbladet Dagen. Det er kun selve bomærket, som TrafikOptimering overtager, hverken Dagens tidligere initiativtager, Peter Linck, eller andre af Dagens profiler har noget som helst med projektet at gøre.

Vebjørn Guttormsgaard Møllberg & Owen Griffiths

1984 & 1983, The School of Walls and Space Skolen for Mur og Rum

A Space

A collaborative video and installation work by Owen Griffiths and Vebjørn Guttormsgaard Møllberg. Working site-specifically with the architecture of the Art Academy and Charlottenborg, investigating the notion of collaboration, alternative learning spaces and their fragile existance within large institutions.

The artists would like to thank:

Pia Eikaas, Vladas Suncovas, Lucas Wichmann Melkane, Ingrid Forland, Benny Henningsen, Margarita del Carmen, Sidsel Carré, Fern Thomas, Nils Norman, Emma Hedditch, Stefan Pedersen, Pia Rönicke, Luca Frei, Syvende og Sidst, Troels Nøhr Holmstrøm, Jørn Tore Egseth, Freddy Cronqvist, Huw Griffiths, Marilyn Griffiths, Thom O’ Sullivan, Pia Rönicke, Henriette Heise and all former and present students and friends of Walls and Space participating in the video.

A voiceover:

Cloaked and curtained. Soft walls and fluidity held gently by a shape shifting choreography.

Things are at risk, things we celebrate and overlook and others have fought for. The spirit of friendship, dressing up, discussing, cooking, brewing, baking, reading making banners… these slow processes are the luxury of this space.

Climbing slowly, alongside the forming of collective decisions and processes, of fermentation, of rising yeast… the importance and risk of collaborative works are exposed.
Collaboration as a fragile agreement.
Throwing rocks in a safe space.
Testing our boundaries.
Collaboration as a radical action.
Peeling apples.
Reading out loud…

The narration of the space occupies the draws and cupboards we seldom open and explore but also extends to the furniture and curtains. Built and stitched by friends and colleagues…

Discarded clothes, saucepans, weighing scales and the tree in the middle of the table. These are the physical results and the props of this space.

Steam rises, papers move in the breeze…

Togetherness as liquid architecture.

Watering a plant.
Clearing a room.
A cleansing song.

Bodies moving in the space
Following instruction
Adapting to voice
Stretching out

A brief moment of meaning. Lifting each other, building a room.

Nurtured and steered collectively, we observe and learn and compromise.

Structure; tools of negotiation and roles of responsibility fall into place, the importance of how to talk and work together…

Conflict pulls at risk, fragile balance. Un-watered plants…compost, collapse
Break down…Adapt. Renew…


Alen Aligrudic

1977, Department of Theory and Communication Skolen for Teori og Formidling

One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Yellow Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections. Nonetheless, a day will come when the magic spell will be shaken off.

Jorge Luis Borges, passage from “The Fauna of Mirrors”, from The Book of Imaginary Beings

Re-Merz City

I went to look after Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul; Memory and the City but found myself in Borges´ “The Fauna of Mirrors”.

Still, Pamuk starts his Istanbul with the quote by Ahmet Rasim which is still present in some corners : “The beauty of the landscape resides in its melancholy”

However, the overall frame of the project is built on some particular local Istanbul issues and yet I would rather say that the city itself was more of a “study case” of urban development, biopower and perception of reality.

I am taking the Borges fable literally but what I am creating is more of a metaphoric portrait of mechanisms of inclusion and exclusion and the thin line in-between which keeps the machinery running


“I think that a confrontation with metropolitan dispositifs will only be possible when we penetrate the processes of subjectivation that the metropolis entails in a more articulated way, deeper. Because I think that the outcome of conflicts depends on this: on the power to act and intervene on processes of subjectivation, in order to reach that stage that I would call a point of ungovernability. The ungovernable where power can shipwreck in its figure of government, the ungovernable that I think is always the beginning and the line of flight of all politics.”

Metropolis” Georgio Agamben

Jean Marc Routhier

1987 , The School of Sculpture Charlottenborg Billedhuggerskolen Charlottenborg will.ever.9000@gmail.com

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱy ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟy ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴩyʀᴀᴍɪᴅ qᴜɪᴇᴛʟy ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ.

ᴏᴏʜ, ʟɪᴍᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ! ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ.

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛyꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴꜰᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀɪᴇꜱꜱ.

Anna Sjöström

1985, The Painting Department Malerskolen




We fold them out.

They are so difficult to see, they are melting together with the background as we hold them up towards the light.

Still they can see us.

We bathe them, drown them almost. Try to keep them down but they surface. We want to clean them, reshape their every thread spun.

We haul them up; they are so heavy now, clinging to our bodies – becoming our clothes. Wrapping themselves around us like corsets. The water is cold when it reaches our skin.

They fall off, landing in messy piles at our feet. We collect them. Hang them up to dry. They turn stiff and solid. Visible again. In places there are brown circles, traces from the pools where the dirty water vanished last.

We hold them up against the light again. They are more opaque now, blocking out everything behind them. Except for where the holes are, they have become tiny little openings to peak through.

Whatever was, unmatters.

Installation view afgang 2015:

Radmila Jovovic

1977, The Painting Department Malerskolen

Primed linen. Disassembled. Reassembled.

Ninon Birla

1986, The School of Graphic Arts Grafisk skole https://ninonbirla.wordpress.com/


Mind the Gap
– is a trigger warning.

Trigger warnings are meant for you to be alert, – there could be danger that you might otherwise overlook. “Mind the gap” are usually used at train stations, where, if you don’t (mind the gap) you will fall into the gap.
In this case.. you might just fall into a different world.

My stories are represented through my eyes and my references and my way of ‘speaking’.
I draw a lot from comics and fairytales. and these are especially inspired by the rawness and harshness of the Grimm’s collected fairytales that dealt with everyday situations in life, but also from comic book authors/authors such as Neil Gaiman, and his way of telling  often dark and twisted stories of people falling into cracks and having to deal with new and confusing worlds that might have danger lurking around the corner.
…and added to the pot, a  bit of Monty Python’s absurdity, perhabs..
..or perhabs that is all just my own little take on life..

Sometimes it is part of life to fall into the gaps, and, hopefully, get back up safely again before the train arrives.
It’s part of being human to fall sometimes.. and it’s also part of being human, to warn other people of the gap you just fell into, so that they may not do the same mistake.
However.. I invite you to fall into the gap I created and explore a different view of a (maybe not so) different world.
All the best wishes from inside the gap.

Anna Ørberg

1988, The School of Walls and Space Skolen for Mur og Rum http://museumoftheinter.net/










shy away from bended neon of fraudulent bogus

have more faith in the words of handwritten italics

shy away from upscale oil of a daunting elite

have more faith in the stroke of a brush of acrylics

shy away from the charades of poets of pretenses

have more faith in the sound of rhyming poetics

shy away from dictating regimes of the west

don’t let them tell you what is best












“grunge girl”

neither male nor female

will not be defined

neither fresh nor stale

don’t make up your mind

only young when wished for

age is hardly real

only thing that matters

is how you really feel

wretchedly reclaiming

what was once our time

hypocrisy is stealing

one moment at a time







Heavy is the slightest sigh

lightest might be the last goodbye

to flee from where we came

that is our mission every day

to the grave of the dying

love is a pillow on which we’re crying

life is a series of continuous goodbyes

Martin Aagaard Hansen

1988, The School of Graphic Arts Grafisk skole

Viktoria Wendel Skousen

1987, The School of Time-Based Media Skolen for Tidsbaserede Medier


– Caspar Eric Christensen


What does it mean to have a private collection today? It has to do with ownership. Within the frames of modern capitalism however, ironically, most of what I have, I don’t really own. Likewise these are my words even though they are not really mine. 1
Words are something or some thing that has been given to me, just like my name (this burdened center of ‘who I am’) is something that i am given.  And from here i too give words, as a human (haha), that has mythically, in the garden, defined itself as ‘the great namer of things’: Words as a frame within which the images of the world are organized and made understandable to us. And vice versa. This is one way of grasping the images of plants in A Private Collection; named and held down, talking back, or indeed growing, as they are exhibited. There is an irony at play here, which is not just the basic irony between language and material things. There is some sort of irony of the private: The things I have, even though they also have me. Like memories, like desire

To be private can denote, says the internet, something that is removed from the eye or knowledge of the public. It can be something that is unexpressed, or it can be something belonging to me, and me only. The difference within these definitions really come down to a question of power. The question of some body choosing privacy, or indeed, being ascribed privacy.

Here this is yours, could you hold this for me, this is your responsibility now.

Your body is your own buisness.

My private collection, could both be the things I choose not to share, or, it could be, that I am unable to share. The irony of A Private Collection is, that nothing is ever really private. The power of it is that it refuses to just be something that is what it is, to stay out of sight, out of mind etc. (as if forgetting is ever a thing one can have agency over). “Collection” reminds me of memory or remembering and recollecting – gathering information and forcing them into a specific system. A certain way of framing reality, or a specific mode of ‘seeing and unseeing’, to use some of the notions in Judith Butlers chapter from Frames of War (2009): ”Torture and the ethics of photography”. The ethics of showing something otherwise (or normally private might be to say: What is mine is yours.

In A Private Collection the system of what gets to appear within the frames of the work seem to be: plants and flowers sharing its signifiers (in the most involuntary sense of that word) with those of a sexual scene: naked ladies, touch-me-nots, forget-me-nots, vanilla, rape, maidenhair tree and obedience. Or actually maybe these are words of something touched or untouched. Rape in this respect the most provocative piece: Cut out (!) from bedsheets it transfers its sense of violence, a sense of abuse and of attack to the rest of the collection. Not unimportantly the images that make up the collected work seem to underscore the act of transferring, being as they are a (im)print of material that has been transfered from one surface, or body, to another. What they share is a certain type of specificity, emphasized by the different modes of physical framing, leaving me with a feeling of being a violent looker, forcing the images in to some kind of limited and limiting meaningfulness. 2

The sexual plant life (yes) theme has to do with violence, pleasure and intimacy. There is a kind of story here, which is also the story of how pleasure and power is distributed within the cultural landscape. Neither word nor image can escape their destination of being locked up together. It is not, however, a question of either or in this respect. Naked Ladies are not not Naked Ladies. But they are not just naked ladies (for one, they are actually “Nøgne Jomfruer”). They are also just what comes up in some cultural search engine algorithm.3 Just like a private collection is never just private. It is also something, whether as a heavy piece of jewelry, that we have been given. A Private Collection is, in this sense, an ironically distributing mode of sensibility towards pleasure or aesthetics.4 The aesthetics of powerful vulnerability or the pleasure of unpleasent beauty, forcing its way through space, with a new sort of ruthless irony: An irony that, in the poetic5 sense of Donna Harraway, may entail that it matters what matter matter matters or indeed, here, now, what frames frame frames; A skeptical way of looking at fx how plantnames and the role of the woman as a sexual object is connected.


1 And here this isn’t really my language, if my language is Danish, as if my language is some thing which I am to master, as if I am not the one mastered, tuned and recorded.

2 I have some sense here of something, like the figure of the sobject described by Vanessa Place in Allegory and The Archive (2011) as:” the witness that witnesses something it is witnessed by”. Albeit I cannot be entirely sure which witness I am here.

3 http://lmgtfy.com/?q=cultural+algorithm /or check out Boris Groys inhttp://stankievech.net/projects/counterintelligence/workshop/Groys-Boris_Google- Documenta13_2012.pdf

4 I would recommend here reading fx Ironic Ethics (2012) by Franco ”Bifo” Berardi, describing irony as ”suspension of meaningfulness of the signifier”

5 It is poetry, because it is ‘not not poetry’ said Vanessa Place just before ending ”Conceptualism is feminism” with a Gertrude Stein inspired ”Let me tell you what poetry preaches, poetry preaches”. And now let me tell you what frames frame: frames frame, just like plants plant and images become invisible.


Caspar Eric Christensen is a Danish poet. He has a Master of Arts in Comparative Litterature from the University of Copenhagen. He most recently published 7/11 (2014), Gyldendal


Mimosa pudica



What is your favorite fantasy?

I asked her.

I do not know.

She answered.

You can say anything you want.

She hesitated.

You are wearing a light blue shirt. It is buttoned up all the way. I move as close as I can to you without touching you. I can feel your warm breath against my neck. With my right hand I unbutton your top button. I have not told you, but you know you are not supposed to touch me. You are standing still, breathing heavy warm breaths of air on my neck while I slowly, one hand only, unbutton the rest of your shirt.


Physostegia virginiana



I was not wearing anything. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt of old out washed cotton. The white color had taken on a grey hue. The material was so thin that any tear would make it rip. Around the hem of the neck there were small holes. I stuck a finger through one of the holes, expanding it.

Did this annoy him?

I asked her.


She answered.

What happened then?

Then he kicked his espadrilles. Also them, soft on his feet. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I could see his erection through the soft outworn fabric. I put my hand on the white cotton, starting on the bottom moving up. When I reached the top, where his penis had made a small wet spot on the briefs, I moved my hand over the elastic band, gripping his warm dick.

Then we fucked.

Do you have any more details?

I asked.

When I came he stuck one finger into my mouth.


Brassica napus



I once walked past a man I was so attracted to, that without thinking I turned around and followed him. Catching up to him, I gently moved my hand across his chest up towards his left shoulder. Then I pulled his t-shirt aside so I could see his veins. I looked him in the eyes, before moving behind him. Then I bitt his neck.

And afterwards?

I asked her.

I walked away.

She answered.


Colchicum autumenale

Naked Ladies


We bought clothes by the pound. People were sneezing, bending over huge containers filled with pants, shirts, sweaters and shoes. Some of the other shoppers were wearing facemasks to protect themselves from the dust.

I bought a turquoise silk and wool top with white buttons. Outside the store I put it on. The top had a hole right next to my left nipple. I was not wearing anything underneath it, and stuck a finger through the hole.

One more time.

He said. His head was next to mine on the sofa. I was reading aloud.

We bought clothes by the pound. People were sneezing, bending over huge containers filled with pants, shirts, sweaters and shoes. Some of the other shoppers were wearing facemasks to protect themselves from the dust.

I bought a turquoise silk and wool top with white buttons. Outside the store I put it on.

I slowed down my reading. The salvia in my mouth made small clicking noises when I moved my tounge.

The top had a hole right next to my left nipple.

I was not wearing anything underneath it.

I stuck a finger through the hole.

The text is written by writer and visual artist Inger Wold Lund. Lund studied visual arts at Städelschule in Frankfurt am Main and recently came out with the book “Ingenting skjedde” on the publishing house Flamme Forlag in March 2015. She lives and works in Berlin.

Karl Isakson

1983, The School of Time-Based Media Skolen for Tidsbaserede Medier http://karlisakson.com

Mathias Sæderup

1984, Department of Theory and Communication Skolen for Teori og Formidling






Fredrik Tydén

1985, The School of Sculpture Charlottenborg Billedhuggerskolen Charlottenborg

The bronce sculpture

On occasion of his 30 years Jubilee as caster in bronce Peter Jensen has gived a course of bronce-casting to the Royal Danish Academy of Fine Arts, The School of Sculpture Charlottenborg. The students has, in co-operation with Peter Jensen, during this 2½ month course of spring 2015 cast several of their works in bronce and aluminium.

The exhibited bronce sculpture in the exit-exhibition by Fredrik Tydén has been cast during the course.


I anledning af sit 30 års jubilæum som broncestøber har Peter Jensen foræret Det Kongelige Danske Kunstakademis Billedkunstskoler, Billedhuggerskolen Charlottenborg, et kursus i broncestøbning. Kurset er et forløb i forsommeren 2015 over 2½ måned, hvor de studerende i samarbejde med Peter Jensen arbejder med og støber deres værker i bronce og aluminium.

Fredrik Tydéns bronceskulptur på afgangsudstillingen på Charlottenborg er støbt under kurset.


Andreas Nykvist

1985, The School of Graphic Arts Grafisk skole









Kuldegysning; menneskemassen er gået tabt i sig selv, tabt i materien, som kun akkumulerer sit eget affald; negativt frit subjekt, inficeret af subjektiv radioaktivitet, uden radius og uden substans – tankeaffald: modstandsdygtig mod ethvert direkte indgreb. Tilfredshed. Fascismen har begrænset råderum i bevidstheden, kræver en hyperreel bevidsthedsmutation af den kolde slags, med en tilsvarende varm mediering af historien. Foreløbig lun fascisme, men i sin koldeste fase indtil videre. Frossent tankeaffald køler enhver indlevelse ned, vækker interessen og lammer subjektet, som en hjernevasket flygtning fra kosmos; så meget for ‘cosmopolitis’, så meget for kynismens klassiske udgangspunkt (rebellen), så meget for menneskeheden når den mister al tiltro til sig selv som bestående af eksistenser. Søg dækning under åben himmel, hold dit fodfæste, du står på guds grav. Nok en forsinket tale til begravelsen? Subjekt i krampe, åndenød, der skal ild til.

Alvor er gødning; tanker i blomst, forrådnelse spirer. Uophørlig fornyelse. Tør jord drager nyt alvor til sig, kender sit mætningspunkt, ellers kan det komme til at stinke; forøvrigt er der for meget lort til at man skal ty til kunstgødning og eksplodere i fragmenter der infiltrerer de sider af tilværelsen der ikke behøver dem, som i unødig ængstelse. Hold  alvoren og angsten intakte, der hvor de hører til; i gødningen, ikke i væksten.

Tiden diskriminerer øjeblikke, kunsten skal forskelsbehandle tiden, gribe ind i kaos; tilfældighederne skal forhindres i at sejre skødesløst og afgøre øjeblikket for os; den kolde masses uforudsigelighed, inerti-drift, afventende på systemets fuldbyrdelse med en detoneret latter.

At kunstneren mistrives i dette klima er ikke en myte, der er ingen harmoni at hente her for en tempereret bevidsthed, der er reelt tænkende. I mødet med virkeligheden skal temperamentet – for dem der har et, i tillæg til en vis sans for at kunne lugte den lort vi er omgivet af, hvor kold den end er – til enhver tid tøjles. Konstant tøjling er umulig, en udslettelse af temperamentet, og det behøver man til senere. Man skal samle kræfter, få afløb; kald det klicheer, men uden dem bliver man et detoneret subjekt. Tilfældig eksistens – fascistisk grundpræmis; den kolde observatør distancerer sig fra eksistensen som enerum (inderlighed) og nærmer sig det i stedet som råderum over massen, i et ydre passivt udløb. Kunsten må til enhver tid undgå denne nedsunkne afsats, hvor tilgængelig den end er. Prøve at holde hovedet koldt og hjertet varmt; skabe noget udenfor tilfældighedernes og systemernes sfære. Det fuldkomnes paradoksale fravær giver ikke efter for afpresning. Lyset driller videnskaben, men ikke maleriet; optimal misforståelse og accept af gensidig karakter.

Tomme tegn for en nærværende bevidsthed findes i det historiske ekko:  maskulin, hvid, marked, blablabla,- det er ikke her man griber efter den billedlige abstraktions vedvarende uforløsthed. Det ligger i subjektet at være uforløst, evigt stræbende på egne præmisser uden at forholde sig ligegyldig til ‘verden’. Den forrådnede moral har ingenting at stille op mod en fersk etik, som kommer direkte fra hjertet og misforstås som fjendeskab pga. dens temperatur. Nej, det er ikke en direkte overførsels mekanisme vi taler om, det er ikke fordybelsen i kunstnerens indre udtryk, men i den grad et ydre udtryk; et reelt samarbejde ml. det abstrakte og det substantielle. Skønhed er ikke en fusionsskabelon mellem det indre og ydre for almen forståelse, sammensætning og meningsdannelse.

Martha Svihus


To my friend Andreas, erhard poul meyer

Exit deo meo forladelse forinden formål fortrinligt fortid tak
myCy palaeolithic chagallesque, me world mirrors me world
We have learned nothing Sigmar! Kick Box A betrayed ash rite
into me face cut our times me whip-crack dynamism things me
Pictorial space role geste canvasmeskin cut-out jumpiness me
bell toll LaMadelaine hurtling about hurling things hacking me
melodramatic muscle-machine me burnished pubescent flesh
birdy brush wildly kinky trail of feathers reaching me inner thigh
Neither boundless void of new dangerous art nor so calledism
errupting dead born children giving me spasm bo asm me only
presence absence, matter void stole up on me book as it draws
to a close but hey not imminent nothingness fucking turtles
freak me human-like ape laughing into fuckface lithologic mans
stone hearted zombicricy. Youre just logic. You don´t think!
No more atrocity exhibitions with me willing spectator! Just
looking at Your scars. Me twisted anchor me! I am temperatur.
I´m neither sick nor patient. I go now.
Deus neminam amat. God loves nobody. Demiurges do.
Exit psychosis. Enter metempsychosis. me.










Michael Christensen (Stoffer)

1978, The School of Sculpture Charlottenborg Billedhuggerskolen Charlottenborg http://Stofferslyd.blogspot.com

Margarita del Carmen

1989, The School of Walls and Space Skolen for Mur og Rum


E A R T H  C O O L I N G  A I R C O N D I T I O N I N G

A long pipe is buried in the small backside garden of Kunsthal Charlottenborg.
It is open in each of its ends.
The pipe divides into two smaller pipes, which prolongs for 24 meters under the ground at 1 meter of depth.
It goes back up to the surface of the ground, up along the wall and through a window into the building.

Earth has in itself an isolative function, which makes the temperature underground differ from the temperature above ground. Trees and plants are holders of cool humidity on the surface of their roots. These conditions generate a cool underground environment, which is able to exchange heat for cold temperature in the hot seasons and cold for hot temperature in the cold seasons.

On the inside of the building, the heat can be overwhelming some summers, much warmer than outside. When this high temperature rises and heats up the end of the pipe inside the building, it makes the cooled air from underground move, it pulls it up into the building. When the heat gets intensified, so does the airflow inside the pipe. When the days are colder, the circulation of air decreases.




The whole body remembers – not only the brain with its nervous system does, but the skin and the organs, the muscles and bones. We remember the sight of a space along with its temperature, its tones in sound and colour, an associated emotion, a smell. We relate images of other spaces to this space and then, a new map displays itself.

The body learns and adapts with intuition, mistakes, emotions, corrections among other. Unwillingly, subjectively… The body imitates and takes shapes from its surroundings. The body codes information in its nervous system, the body repeats and creates in infinite variations codes of emotions of a space. The contingencies are laid out there in this multidimensional map.

Mette Clausen

1980, The School of Language, Space and Scale Skolen for Sprog, Rum og Skala http://www.metteclausen.com

Selfmachine (pattern in resistance) / Selvmaskine (mønster i modstand), 2015 

The surface is where something meets something else. Where something vibrates. Where emotions and all that comes before language, meets words, materials and systems.
The surface is a place in struggle. 

Words are woven and through the repetition of words, patterns and textures appear. Textile is created by threads, interlacing over and under each other. There are two directions. The treads can interlace in many different ways and the language forming the possible combinations are called bindings. A binding is a system in itself.


‘ Today’s public secret is that everyone is anxious. Anxiety has spread from its previous localised locations (such as sexuality) to the whole of the social field. All forms of intensity, self-expression, emotional connection, immediacy, and enjoyment are now laced with anxiety. It has become the linchpin of subordination. […] Excessive anxiety and stress are a public secret. When discussed at all, they are understood as individual psychological problems, often blamed on faulty thought patterns or poor adaptation.’

Excerpt from: Six Theses on Anxiety and Why It is Effectively Preventing Militancy, and One Possible Strategy for Overcoming It, written by the Institute for Precarious Consciousness


Selvmaskine (mønster i modstand) / Selfmachine (pattern in resistance), 2015

Overfladen er der, hvor noget møder noget andet. Hvor noget vibrerer. Det er det sted, hvor følelser og alt det, der kommer før sproget, møder ord, materiale og systemer.
Overfladen er et sted i kamp.

Ord væves og via gentagelser af ord dannes mønstre og teksturer. Et stykke stof konstrueres af tråde. Der er to retninger. Trådene kan gå over og under hinanden på mange forskellige måder og det sprog, som udgør de foreliggende mulige kombinationer, kalder man for bindinger. En binding er et system i sig selv.


‘ Today’s public secret is that everyone is anxious. Anxiety has spread from its previous localised locations (such as sexuality) to the whole of the social field. All forms of intensity, self-expression, emotional connection, immediacy, and enjoyment are now laced with anxiety. It has become the linchpin of subordination. […] Excessive anxiety and stress are a public secret. When discussed at all, they are understood as individual psychological problems, often blamed on faulty thought patterns or poor adaptation.’

Excerpt from: Six Theses on Anxiety and Why It is Effectively Preventing Militancy, and One Possible Strategy for Overcoming It, written by the Institute for Precarious Consciousness

Emil Toldbod

1982, The School of Sculpture Charlottenborg Billedhuggerskolen Charlottenborg http://emiltoldbod.dk

At first glance pyrite seems appealing. With its straight lines and shining surfaces – mineral cubes of iron and sulphur. A random meeting with a man changed my immediate interest into something more. The man was a geologist. I don’t recall his name and the overall conversation is just a blur today but there was one thing he said that I still remember very clearly: “The Pyrite seeks the perfect cube”. What a fantastic way to describe a mineral. With his description he had personified an otherwise dead material. He had awoken the Pyrite for me and had left me with one single question: Did a Pyrite exist in a cubically perfect shape? The thought of the perfect cube grew in my head and I understood that I had to make an attempt to find the perfect Pyrite.

Ved første øjekast virker pyrit tiltalende, med dens rette linjer og skinnende flader; mineralske kuber af jern og svovl. På grund af et tilfældigt møde med en mand ændredes min interesse sig til noget mere. Manden var geolog. Jeg erindrer ikke længere hans navn, og den overordnede samtale er i dag også kun et sløret minde, men jeg husker meget tydeligt én ting han sagde: ”Pyrit søger den perfekte kube”. Det var for mig en helt fantastisk måde at beskrive et mineral på. Med beskrivelsen personificerede manden et ellers dødt materiale. Han vækkede Pyrit til live for mig, og efterlod mig med ét enkelt spørgsmål: fandtes der en Pyrit perfekt kubisk i form? Tanken om den perfekte kube voksede i mit hoved, og jeg forstod, at jeg måtte gøre et forsøg for at finde den perfekte Pyrit.

Malene Mathiasson

1983, The Painting Department Malerskolen http://www.malenemathiasson.com
Limitation and concentration are demanded by any form. Something is rejected and something else is selected in an artistic process.

What is a raw form of visual information without our propensity to transform our perceptions? Is it possible to exceed our knowledge horizon, or would it appear as pure chaos? We differentiate and connect things since constant interactions make it ideal for humans to think in contrasts. Without such comprehension everything would be unintelligible chaos.

Homo sapiens transformative mind has a double consciousness that occurs by its association, causality and conception skills. The humanly composed reality has the potential of behaving like a limited expansion that can reach abstract high levels of verifiable findings as well as pure imaginary conceptions. This peculiar ability makes unreal opportunities possible because the human brain is able to transcend reality in addition to its own reality.

Any form is an extension in relation to something else, indicating a distance to the form itself, because of our biological and in many advantageous ways of seeking the systematic way of thinking in our open limited system.

If reality cannot be recognized as it is, then humans are free in their natural inclinations to construct it into anything in its composite knowledge and ignorance. Our lack of knowledge is infinite like the coincidental transformation of everything.

Miriam Haile

1984, The School of Media Arts Skolen for Mediekunst http://sittininaaw.tumblr.com

Artistic research on the notion of a young African nation, and it´s archive history linked to moving imagery, by using it´s state channel as one entry level.
Project description:
Looking into a young African nation: Eritrea´s archive history, before and after it´s independence ´91, using new media: Eri tv, the state channel as an entry level.
Using question such as :
What does it mean to build up a new nation, a countries identity using moving images and sound?
How does the body/the people record/archive, linked to memories?
What is activated when one connect people, memories, experiences of the past, using moving images as a language? How does it tell or even re-create a new national history?Looking into the meaning of an “independent state”, with moving images.
What does a state channel mean for it´s future history, its people and what form of language is used with imagery? What kind of political structure may moving images hold?
What may be the danger/possibilities in using such form of “representation” linked to new media?

The project seeks to investigate what kind of mechanisms would countries with different political situation, such as many young african nation today use, in creating or revisiting an archival language, by using for example, moving imagery and audio as tools.

Using excerpt from new interviews and old recordings, on what impact the state channel ( in the early 90´s) had on the different people of Eritrea. i.e its different nine ethnic tribes. Such as hearing their local language Tigrynyia for the first time on air, after independence´91. Before Eritrea was part of Ethiopia, the ruling state, (language Amharic) and later the former colonial power (Italy/Italian). The country would be known in the future as Eritrea, but at the time in the local tongue, it was called Mdree-Bahree-Land of the Sea.
Eritrea have had a military run government since ´91. This may be a cause to a longer after effect of the countries Italian colonial history, that rose to heights especially in the 30´s and the national state channel Eri Tv is somewhat used as an educational tool, using the countries past and present history told with moving imagery, today.

The project also seek to instigate an alternative and interdisciplinary dialogue on archiving and looking into how to read/interpret, or revisit different archives by focusing on the moving images producing meaning and also a history of archives linked to it´s time – with its memories, political landscape, cartographies, and affective potential the project hopes to play a critical actor in the work of examining how one understands archival imagery and possibly also a historical recovery by using archives as a medium.


Video: Mdree-Bahree-Land of the Sea  
Excerpt from the dialogue:
___There is no escaping popular culture, if you´re living in a western society.

If you look at a national charter, cultural revival is Its key component….and then on going. There´s high value placed on It.
Products of the west… I mean when one is sitting there watching CNN, BBC and MTV. If you then put on Eri TV. It´s the other end of the spectrum. To the degree, I mean you don´t even identify with it. Even though It´s yours. 

In terms of It´s your language, your production, and It´s been beamed globally, from back home.
_Then again, you have to take in all the factors to why the influence of present perspective or consumption of It, as a medium or as a medium out-letter and appreciate It´s share existence. I link that to the course of history, who we are and how we came about. And there are loads of people that just make fun of It. Or you know, they would not blink an eye at It. And I also understand towards why.
_There´s not an official language of Eritrea. The working language is Tigrinya, Arabic and English. There is not an actual official language of the country. That´s because of the composition of the people, of the population in the nine ethnic tribes. It would be wrong to say. Any give one is a national language. In terms of Tv, how Its presented or represented in the media across Europe, America, and the rest of the world is always debatable.

Yeah, I guess.. Its experience…comes with age as well. You learned English in Europe or?
__ Well, obviously..I did, but I have no recollection of It. 

Like I mentioned earlier. I´ve got too many friends that I see grow up here alone, and there is a very strong direct correlation between how the households are or how the different kids/siblings grow, or the family value splits. 

She´s the second generation, Right?
__Yeah…But they are not really religious, since they were all raised like that.

In time, you acknowledge more where It all started.

So he would have knowledge of the Italians being or coming to Eritrea?
___ Yeah, vaguely. I mean he was born in ´42. I mean he speaks fluent Italian.
That generation of Eritreans, many do. 

__ Because of the influence of colonialism it sticks. You would have to look at west Africa as a whole.  I mean if you look at countries like, Chad, Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Sierra Leone, and then you got central Africa, they all speak french. It´s the working language. It is what they still teach in school. These are the effects of imperialism. 

How do you see that as teacher working in Britain?
Is imperialism a word that´s being used in the curriculum?
__ No, not really. In a way Its not part of their agenda. 

When we talk about imperialism you often think about a British empire, but before that, one have to talk about Eurocentrism as a term. 

Do you feel people know the definition of what that is when you talk to your younger student or even other teachers?
__ No, not really. I´m always in the staffroom battling social science and history departments, alone. Haha. Yeah, I guess every country has a different agenda. 


Kasper Holm Jensen

1983, The School of Time-Based Media Skolen for Tidsbaserede Medier

The room was empty (it would later be filled with drums and unorthodox fashion) apart from the man in shadows at the other end of an seemingly ever expanding room. Facing west and turning north I followed him into a different room. This room was not empty, but it was seat-less. No four legged creatures on which to rest ones exhausted legs, the indoor climate so inherently unpleasant.

The room was lit and on the floor there was something unseen, or rather, it was just out of sight, hidden under what it was carrying, something heavy, making it seem weightless and hovering over the parquet. It was carrying metal; heavy, solid, shining.

The man who led me there was still in the room, looking somewhat nervous. He looked at the almost solid metal blocks. He could see that the blocks were not complete hyper-rectangles; there were recognizable images cut in the blocks. Reliefs. He could still see shimmers of other potential casts and stoneware reliefs, discarded due to practical conditions.

Now, the reliefs were cut in aluminium; a perfect compromise, and possibly a better solution. Their beginning was binary, set in order by software and complex bio-chemistry. High powered light beams shaped the aluminium into figurative layers. Aluminium, a metal with local pedigree, space age usability and biological hostility.

The relief on the right looked like a stylized jungle, with a sun and a snake. A detail of a 3d wire-frame, a draft of the relief, would have looked something like this:

When he looked at the relief, he was reminded of the sort of jungle that The Black Girl would beat her way through in search of truths and God, as told by an Irishman and illustrated by an Englishman, or maybe a primeval forest?

The second relief portrayed a man holding a book in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, and in the background, there were buildings, some symbols and what resembled a rocket being launched. The rocket was a distinct rocket shape, like the one in Tintin or the V2’s fired from Penemünde; famous for their screaming destruction of London. And the screaming coming across the sky; opening a famous American death-cult tech paranoia detective novel.

One of the only things I could remember from classical studies was the ionic pillar. So of course there was such a thing in the second relief.
The other man saw both potential and death in the second relief. He was familiar with the reference points in both style and symbols. The knifed edge of technology that could erupt so quickly, made him believe that, we could be standing at the threshold of a childhoods end; something that would definitely destroy the current human condition.
… continuity of our spiritual existence after death’ , or at least a symbolic death.

Looking at the third and last relief, I felt the momentum of the implied narrative. I felt, and I knew he felt the same thing, the ideas of a certain Jesuit’s spiritual concepts concerning human potentials, which the Jesuit thought would lead to the gods-head, or maybe less theologically, the Omega Point, Star Maker, UI, AC or similar. We were imagining being taken by our hands, while standing on a hill top, and sent traveling through time/space, and from a distance, we would watch how amino-acids in rapid haste evolve into primitive life, evolving into intelligent life, evolving; for me and him and us, into a incomprehensible life, evolving further into light/energy/eternity in the same plane as an imagined state of Absoluteness. That was the ambitious plane of the reliefs, positive potentials from contemporary fears.
It was three figures holding hands in an undetermined space, with stars and impossible mechanics as their only witness; a last and a first.

Kasper Holm Jensen, 2015

Lea Guldditte Hestelund

1983, The School of Sculpture Charlottenborg Billedhuggerskolen Charlottenborg http://www.leagulddittehestelund.dk

By Arne Skaug Olsen

Dear Lea

When you first told me about your project – to recreate your body in the image of the The Discobolus of Myron – an avalanche of things from my own backyard of interests came rushing into my field of vision; quite a few of them we discussed that night, in particular the complicated issue of dietary requirements and restrictions necessary for producing the ‘ideal’ body. I tend to initially explore a process through it´s particularities (like protein synthesis or lipid metabolism), however what strikes me is how rich this subject matter is in speculative possibilities. Trying to re-trace our steps now, we discussed Richard Wranghams investigation of fire as – metaphorically – a part of our digestive system and a prerequisite for the development of language; we talked about Vilhjalmur Stefanssons Advenures in Diet, his time among the Inuits as an anthropologist between 1906 and 1918, and how this informed his decision to undergo an experiment and for one year eat nothing than meat. Wranghams ideas are perhaps not as directly relevant to your effort to deal – quite literally – with ‘ideals’ as Stefanssons, but they tangentially touch upon a very relevant questions: Is it possible to imagine ideals without language, or is it precisely the ability to hand down knowledge from generation to generation through stories and mythologies that created this fantasy of something singular and perfect in its own right? It is a lovely thought, as Wrangham suggests, that the invention of fire was necessary for the invention of language and the subsequent development of tools and technology. This handing down of knowledge requires a complex set of interrelations between individuals, linking the body, the tool and language: instruction. In his essay Techniques of the Body, Marcel Mauss explores the body as a tool from an anthropological perspective, and shows how both cultural and natural circumstances has created widely different ideals. In one particularly personal paragraph, he describes how swimming instructions had changed during his lifetime. He writes in 1934 “… the habit of swallowing water and spitting it out again has gone. In my day, swimmers thought of themselves as a kind of steam boat. It was stupid, but in fact I still do this: I cannot get rid of my technique.” There is an order to things; which more or less sums up the concept of being instructed. However, to arrive at this order of things is more often than not a subscription to ideals that do or don´t make common or otherwise sense. It´s easy to see today that Mauss´ steam boat swimming technique is based on idealization of machines, modernity and progress – but certainly not on being effective or functional. Mauss was born in 1872 and would have experienced the Great Acceleration of technological and scientific development of the Modern age. However, the question of the human body as a tool is perhaps an even more interesting – and complicated – question today than when Mauss was developing his anthropology. Taking Graham Harmons reading of Heideggers tool-analysis in Being and Time into account, the question might be whether there is much sense in distinguishing between the body-tool and any other tool. In his tool analysis, Heidegger shows how a functioning tool withdraws from access, and it´s only when it´s broken that it presents it self. Harmon argues that this withdrawal is an essential property of things, which implies that most things don´t reveal themselves, to us or to themselves: “Idealism (…) is unworkable, since there exist real things whose core reality is withdrawn from access, even by themselves.” In his book Hyperobjects, Timothy Morton argues that there is a flatness to Harmons (object oriented) ontology that leaves little difference between a thing and a person (the tool or the body-tool), and practically no room for idealism. This opens up a vast philosophical playing field beyond Kantian correlationism that reveals the existence of hyperobjects – things much larger than the human scale. The problem of hyperobjects, Morton writes, “is not one that modernity can solve” and what we´re witnessing is the “Titanic of modernity hits the iceberg of hyperobjects” as he More importantly, this ontology brings with it a new ecological reality that simultaneously displaces humans (again) from the proverbial centre of the universe and gives us an appropriate role in a scale that is larger than before. We are just realizing that we´ve entered an epoch where humans have changed the planet at a magnitude that will be visible on a geological scale. Consider this: What´s the half-life of a human body? A matter of months? The half-life of a life lived? I think of a lifetime of accumulated waste and I shudder. To bring this back to your question, Lea, I believe that the concept of ‘ideals’ is highly anthropocentric, and it can be traced through evolution as a bi-product of tool making and language – and thus as a prerequisite for abstract thinking. This makes ideals and idealism questionable from an ecological point of view, (as well as from a philosophical) which I believe Harmon & Morton shows. As a vernacular concept, ideals are among the most problematic concepts out there. Especially when they deal with bodies, ways of being and living. The notion that there is only one solution to a problem – problems are notoriously complex – is not only nearly always wrong, it also does not take into consideration that there might not be a problem in the first place, only another ideal or sets of ideals that contradict each other. This is exactly the beef that Rancière has with Plato about politics – but that´s another conversation for another time.

In the beginning of this letter I tried to re-trace our first conversation about your project. I might have gotten lost on the way, but I hope you don´t mind. We can always start over.

Your friend,

Cape Town, April 27, 2015.
Conversation in a car.

By Moa Alskog

–   Look at that guy; he’s big!

A man in his late twenties sits behind the steering wheel of a maroon Opel Corsa Lite and points at the car in front of him. He points at a man sitting in the back with his arms stretched out over the back of the car seats.
– Look at how big he is. The man repeats when he doesn’t get a response.
– Who? Asks the woman sitting next to him. She looks up from her smartphone where she’s been skipping through Instagram-posts, follows the man’s gaze and confirms.
– He’s big. Like you were a year ago? She teases him.
– It’s still kind of sensitive.
– What does that mean? She continues, trying to smooth things over. Were you really fat?
– I was definitely more than chubby. At most I weighed like a hundred kilos. That was two years ago. But it’s been something I’ve struggled with since I was a child… I think it’s affected me more than I’ve realised.
– They talked about weight discrimination on a radio program* I listened to yesterday. Apparently you’re three times more likely to be discriminated against for being overweight than for other things like ethnicity, religion or gender. Three times!
She watches for his reaction, but he’s focusing on the road and doesn’t answer.
– Apparently people perceive overweight people as less intelligent, less    successful and even less happy. It’s like the halo-effect but the other way around.
– The halo-effect?
– It’s a theory that success is transmittable, which basically means that if you’re good at something, people are more inclined to think you’re good at other stuff too. Or if you’re seen with successful people you have a bigger chance of becoming successful yourself. Like when you were hanging out with R that time.
– What?
– Didn’t someone ask if they could take a selfie with you, just because you were hanging out with him?
– Ja. He stops the car at a red light. She bends down to find the sparkling water in her bag. It’s a hot day and the wind entering through the half open window doesn’t really help. They’re going to the beach, to “Bakoven” or the “bourgeois beach” as he jokingly calls it, because of its clientele – mainly white middle class.
What happened to your six-pack plans? She asks as she opens the water bottle.
– I don’t know, I forgot about it. I should start working on it again though, my ex girlfriend K told me I’d look like a total babe if only I worked out my upper body.
She imagines him tanned, with a flat hard stomach, defined biceps and bulging breast muscles.

– You would look good, but don’t overdo it! I saw a guy at lunch yesterday – a bulldog. He had really big muscles and was covered in tattoos. The type that lives at the gym – not sexy! That’s how big he was.
– Just because you have intellectual aspirations and are satisfied with a soft, slouchy indie-body, that doesn’t mean everyone is also. The man snaps at her, smiling.
– I’m not soft and slouchy. I work out. Sometimes I run, but I’m trying not to be so conscious about my body. It’s a negating activity. I read an interview with Sylvester Stallone where he talks about his relationship to his body ‘I don’t want to put down working out, it’s good, but you become incredibly self-conscious. You are always aware of yourself; you are just aware of yourself. Do I look as good as I did yesterday? You are always looking for a reflection in windows and things. I don’t think there’s ever a moment, including when you are alone in your own house, when you are not constantly aware of every aspect of how you look’*
– Self-consciousness and insecurity, that’s what the man was oozing – the man I saw at lunch. Do you really think I look soft and slouchy?
– No.
– I have been thinking about it though, more than usual, my body. It started when I turned twenty-seven and I realised how close I was to thirty. I felt my ‘youth capital’ was expiring and that I had to compensate with a fit body to stand a chance in the sexual field.
– Are you kidding?
– I am. Or not actually, I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot lately. In moments of weakness I even think that men my own age will find me unattractive. It’s as if the line from that Godard movie, Le Petit Soldat got stuck in my mind. You know when Paul says to Veronica that in his opinion ‘women shouldn’t grow older than 25′.
She looks at the palm trees lined up on the side of the road, at their leaves being pulled in the direction of the wind, and at the succulents with fat, water filled leaves, and asks;
– Are you attracted to older women?
– Yes, I guess I could be, if they’re well kept.
– I am. I’m attracted to older men. Obviously, I’ve only ever dated older men. I don’t think the body is that important. The last guy I dated had the beginning of a beer belly and a sunken chest. But his personality made up for it; he was interesting, funny and smart, so…
– Is that the old guy you told me about?
– He was only ten years older than me. Yeah I guess that helped. I felt flattered.
– Because of his age?
– Not really the age, more that he was an established and successful man who “chose” me. Somehow it gave me better self-confidence both professionally and sexually.
– Ok, so you exchanged your youth and beauty for social status.
– I did really like him.
She pauses.
– But, yes it was horribly stereotyped. It did turn me on, both the fact that he was “smarter” and older than me. I think it made me feel more comfortable in my own body, as if my youth, or his age made me more attractive by default. Isn’t that far out, that we, or I, both the man and the woman are looking at the woman’s body? As if we’re sitting in a cinema watching a Hollywood movie.
– What do you mean?
– That in ninety percent of the movies I’ve seen, the woman is the object of desire, seen from a male perspective, which becomes your perspective as well. At least I think it’s fucked me up.
– You think that’s the reason women want to date older men? Because they’re objectified.
– I don’t think it’s THE reason but I think it’s a cultural construction. I saw an interview with an older poet recently, an eccentric and talented 60+ woman. She’d given up the thought of meeting someone. She didn’t think it was realistic. And maybe it wasn’t. Probably she is difficult to live with, and probably not prepared to adapt herself to take care of some man. But I couldn’t help thinking that, had she been a man, adaptable or not, 25 year-olds would’ve queued up to take care of that ageing eccentric poet.
– And maybe there are? Maybe she’s just not interested in hanging out with 25 years old boys? Maybe she’s like you, she’s only turned on by intellectually challenging conversations? Maybe she wants an older partner and now they’re all dead.
– No doubt. But why doesn’t that seem to be a problem for older men? I mean, aren’t they interested in intellectually challenging relationships? Aren’t they aware of their aging, increasingly unattractive bodies? Are they all descendants of the Marquis the Sade, who thinks an old and deformed man’s sole concern should be to enjoy himself with no concern for his object of desire? Because it wouldn’t bring him any more pleasure to bother? *
– No! He exclaims and laughs. I think a lot about my body! I’m also afraid of not being able to perform or not being attractive enough and I’m a man. Men’s bodies are also sexualised and objectified.
– But not at all to the same extent as women’s. But maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s a generational question. Western culture has in general become more about “being seen”. Susan Faludi writes in her book Stiffed that personal worth is judged in ornamental terms today. She says somewhere in the book that even traditional craftsmen and community builders must answer to the questions: Are you “sexy”? Are you “known” have you “won”? ** And that was during the 90s.
– Is that really something new? People have always wanted to be sexy and famous.
He indicates and turns left into a narrower road. White terrace houses pass outside their windows, surrounded by high fences and with signs warning trespassers of prosecution and armed response. The road is almost empty. It’s three o’clock and people are still at work. He looks through his CDs and puts one in the stereo. The soft voice of a smooth faced man streams out of the speakers:

Sometimes it feels like heaven
Sometimes it feels like hell
But you keep on going
Till it’s hard to tell*

– Maybe you’re right, but it has gotten increasingly important in modernity says the woman.
– What?
– Physical attractiveness.
– Ok.
– It’s become one of the most important factors when choosing a mate, both for men and women. At least according to this sociologist** I’m reading. She means that our sense of social worth has become increasingly tied up with love and the family theses days. One of the main reasons for this is that we’re no longer born into our social status, as we were in pre-modernity, which means it’s something we constantly have to negotiate with others. In a society that’s both competitive and one in which we’re always being evaluated, love becomes a place where hopefully you can step back from all of that and where you are the winner of the contest, the one and only! It has a validation function in society it didn’t have before.
– What’s that got to do with physical attractiveness? You don’t choose your partner only because she or he is good-looking?
-Not only. But according to her people do base their choice to a high degree on physical attractiveness and personality. Because these are qualities that you’re presented with immediately and they’re seen as a reflection of a person’s inner “essence”. Whereas in pre-modern times you depended on more ‘objective’ values like status and wealth. Then it was a more collective than subjective act to choose a partner.
– Okay, you would think people thought more of education and career and stuff.
– Apparently not. But I guess if you’re successful in other areas –your feeling of self worth isn’t as dependent on “being loved”. Because you have other ‘capital’ than a nice personality and sexiness to rely on.
– Like what, work?
– Not necessarily. Hannah Arendt says that self-worth has something to do with having a voice and a role in the public sphere, about being an active member of a community, defending values and standing for those values publicly*. I think that’s right… Franz Fanon writes in his book Black Skin, White Masks how he becomes conscious about his body when moving to France in the 50s “In the white world the man of colour encounters difficulties in the development of his bodily schema. Consciousness of the body is solely a negating activity. It’s a third person’s consciousness. The body is surrounded by an atmosphere of certain uncertainty” **
He talks also of black men and women wanting to ‘become white’ by being getting together with a white woman or man. As I understand, to get a form of validation, or recognition. If you have a voice in the public space, if people listen to you, you’re recognized already, which makes you more comfortable in your body.
I mean, in comparison, look at the group of “white middle class men”. It’s the only group that can be totally unaware of their body and get away with it and even be considered as sexy!
– Really?
– Yeah. Look at Leonardo Dicaprio and his ‘dad-bod’, his seal-like body type that became a trend after he was photographed on a boat surrounded by ‘Victoria’s Secret’ models…
– With ‘mom-bod’s’. The man adds. He laughs.
– I wish!

The car slows to stop. She rolls up her window and puts on her cap. He parks at the usual spot along the road. They step out into the sun, cross the road and walk towards the staircase leading down to the beach. The sky is cloud-free and the sand white and warm. Boulders are spread along the shore. Other than that there’s no land in sight. They leave their things on the sand and head towards the sea with the song from the car still in their ears:

“Sometimes it feels like heaven
Sometimes it feels like hell
But you keep on going
Till it’s hard to tell. 

             And your body moves like the grace of an archangel
              Like a stroke of genius from Ra-a-phae-el”
                To dodo to dodo to dodo to dodo


P.1 * ’När utseendet står i vägen’ ”Tendens” Sveriges Radio, Marts 10, 2015, http://sverigesradio.se/sida/avsnitt/514422?programid=3381

P.2 * Susan Faludi, ”Stiffed – The Betrayal of the American Man” p.583, (New York, HarperCollins, 2000)

P.4 * The Marquis de Sade ”Justine” p.139 (UK, Oxford university press, 2012)

”Solitary pleasures, then, do have some charms, and can do so more than any others. If this were not so, how could so many old or deformed men enjoy themselves? They are quite sure that no one loves them, quite certain that it is impossible for others to share what they feel – do they experience pleasure any the less? Do they want to experience only the illusion of it? They are completely selfish in their pleasures, and it is obvious that their sole concern is how to enjoy them, that they are prepared to sacrifice anything to obtain them, while the object that serves them is never expected to possess any properties but those of passivity”

** Susan Faludi, ”Stiffed – The Betrayal of the American Man” p.598 (New York, HarperCollins, 2000)

P.5 *’’Rafael‘ The Hanging Gardens of Beatenberg, 2014, Beatenberghttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUmp12sUGVs

**Eva Illouz, ’Why Love Hurts: A Sociological Explanation’ (Wiley, e-book, first edition 2012)

P.6 * Quote from ’An interview with Eva Illouz’ by Jessa Crispin, http://www.bookslut.com/features/2012_07_019157.php

**Franz Fanon ”Black skin, white masks” p. 83 (English translation Grove Press inc. 2008, originally published by Editions de Seuil, 1952)

Photos by Pia Eikaas

Amalie Smith

1985, The School of Time-Based Media Skolen for Tidsbaserede Medier http://amaliesmith.dk/

Scrolling directions changed.

When wanting to read further in a document or on a web page, instead of dragging the sidebar down, you now drag the whole document up, as if you would place your fingers on an actual piece of paper and slide it.

Even when not touching the screen itself but touching it via a touchpad or a mouse, the changing of scrolling directions will lead you to act as if you are touching the screen’s content manually and directly.


Among the earliest traces of human touch we find the hand stencils of cave art – a prototype of painting in which the touching hand is both motif and tool.

The touching hand is key also in finger flutings – a nonfigurative art form performed more than 10,000 years ago by adults and children sweeping their fingers in a soft substance, found in caves, called moon milk.

Here, the hand points to the trace of its own touch.


An early ritual of our desktop publishing ancestors was the process of creating type, and adding a drop shadow. Archeologists tell us that in the pre-PowerMac and pre-Pentium days of 1987, right after he created his first perspective checkerboard patterns, primitive DTP Man made history by creating text and adding a gradient fill behind it.

Excavations at Palo Alto and Cupertino have confirmed that the practice of creating drop shadows was widespread, and scientists believe that every mouse-clicking Neanderthal was genetically compelled to make type leap off the page using this digitally induced optical illusion.

Daniel Giordan, A Drop-Shadow Primer


Film is a translation of object and world to the two-dimensional surface of the screen.

Even in a 3D film, the only things stretching out from the screen are the rays of light that collect in the film projector.

We notice the missing dimension when a head or a hand block the light of the projection.



1. Still from Eyes Touching Fingers Seeing (HD video 15 min, Amalie Smith 2015)

2. Hand stencils from Cueva de las Manos, Argentina

3. Finger flutings from the Rouffignac Cave, France 

4. Installation plan Charlottenborg

5. Still from Eyes Touching Fingers Seeing (HD video 15 min, Amalie Smith 2015)

Sofie Holten, Signe Frederiksen, Anne Birgitte Borcher Petersen, Sidsel Carré, Signe Schmidt Kjølner Hansen

Sofie Holten og Sidsel Carré
 Signe Frederiksen og Sidsel Carré
 Anne Birgitte Borcher Petersen og Sidsel Carré

Claus Spangsberg

The School of Media Arts Skolen for Mediekunst

For AFGANG 2015 I am showing a digital image encoded in DNA. In the exhibition there is a container with 37 mg isolated DNA as well as a projection of the image stored in DNA.
The image shows a pixelated b/w landscape saved as a highly compressed JPEG. It has a small number of pixels and only takes up 884 bytes. It is composed of thousands of pixels made by resizing digital photos to a single b/w pixel. In this reduction close to all visible information is lost and left is only the amount of light captured by the cameras. Still, a large number of circumstances have determined the exact grey tone of the pixel, but none of them can be traced back.
All the photos were captured between 2003 and 2015 by digital cameras I have owned.

Encoding digital information in DNA:

The idea of storing non-biological information in DNA dates back more than 50 years but was not actualised before 1988 when artist Joe Davis encoded a 35 bit icon in 28 base pairs of DNA. i
Jumping to 2012 George M. Church and his team managed to encode and read back 5.27 megabit (around 659 kilobytes) including digital photos, text and a Javascript. This was the first time more than a kilobyte was stored in DNA.
Later in 2013 Nick Goldman and his team stored a similar amount of information and published an improved DNA-storage method that should be possible to scale up beyond current information volumes. The publication also offered a new system of error-correction.

The general idea of translating binary code into a DNA sequence is relatively simple.
As known binary information consists of zeros and ones and DNA consists of 4 bases: A, C, G and T.
Lets say we want to translate 3 bytes: 00011011 10001101 00001111
One possibility is to decide that A and C equals zero and G and T equals one. 
Now 1 base in DNA holds the same information as 1 bit.
The 3 bytes could now look like this: ACAGTCGT GACATGCT ACACGTGT
An other possibility is to decide that A = 00, C = 01, G = 10 and T = 11.
 Now 1 base in DNA will hold the same information as 2 bits.
The sequence will now be the following: ACGT GATC AATT

In practice the process is much more complicated and requires a lot of technical knowledge. I collaborated with two friends, Hans Jasper Genee and Lars Rønn Olsen, who works with bioengineering and bioinformatics.
 We first hoped to store the image in a single string of DNA and then amplify it to the largest possible number of copies. It turned out to be very difficult to synthesize a DNA string of more than 1000 base pairs (bp) as the complexity of the coding grows rapidly. In order to synthesize a DNA sequence it has to be without repetition, which is hard to avoid when the information is translated from a binary code.
In the end we used a method similar to what Nick Goldman published in 2013. We translated 7072 bits into 76 DNA sequences of roughly 60 bp – in total 4525 bp. For practical reasons we did not index the sequences or use a system for error-correction – so reading back the information will be a challenge but should however be possibly.
The 76 DNA sequences were send to a lab in Belgium that synthesized the DNA. We received the fragments of DNA in 76 containers. In a laboratory we dissolved the DNA fragments in water and mixed them together. When the water evaporated the DNA had crystallised.

Even though the DNA only has a mass of 37 mg it contains around 20 Quadrillion (10^15) copies of the digital image. If the same number of copies of the binary code were to be stored it would take up more than 17 million terabyte.
If the DNA is kept dry and cold it will be preserved for a long time. If stored in a synthetic fossil it can last for 2000 year in normal temperatures or more than a million years at -18°C.

i http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/oscillator/dna-code/

ii Next-Generation Digital Information Storage in DNA – George M. Church, Yuan Gao & Sriram Kosuri

iii Towards practical, high-capacity, low-maintenance information storage in synthesized DNA – Nick Goldman, Paul Bertone, Siyuan Chen, Christophe Dessimoz, Emily M. LeProust, Botond Sipos & Ewan Birney

iv Robust Chemical Preservation of Digital Information on DNA in Silica with Error-Correcting Codes – Robert N. Grass, Reinhard Heckel, Michela Puddu, Daniela Paunescu1 & Wendelin J. Stark

Meta data:
156 GB: 39.578 digital photos captured from 2003 to 2015 by 16 digital cameras.
523.6 MB: 39.578 image files with 1 b/w pixel
2.4 MB: 1 PSD file with 39.578 pixel imported
884 B: 1 JPEG, 128 x 72 pixel

4525 bp: 1 JPEG, 128 x 72 pixel
8,91425 x 10^19 bp: 20 x 10^15 copies of 1 JPEG, 128 x 72 pixel
37 mg isolated DNA (2 mg used for samples)

Binary code:
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DNA sequences:

Julie Riis Andersen

1988, The School of Media Arts Skolen for Mediekunst julieriisandersen@gmail.com

P e r h a p s   o n e   i s ,  a  t h o u s a n d   y e a r s   f r o m   n o w ,

 s o m e w h a t   h e a v i e  r   a n d   m o r e   u n d i s t u r b e d 

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

M å s k e  e r  m a n  o m  t u s i n d e  å r  n o g e t  k r a f t i g e r e  

o g  m e r e  u f o r s t y r r e t   

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

The affects of geometry (in a disorienting sense) – When perceiving optical illusions, the nervous system as a site of production develops a critique of the experience. In relation to architecture this event holds a potential for illuminating the interior or the surface focusing on the decorative part of them that is usually subjugated to the more powerful rational structures of the build environment.

When the short-lived movement of Op-art appeared as a phenomenon in the 60s the art elite was highly critical. In 1965 the exhibition “Responsive Eye” opened at MoMA in New York and was extremely popular among the general public. The art critics on the contrary gave the show very bad reviews and dismissed Op-art as nothing more than “tricks that fool the eye”.


What were the political ideas behind these more or less sensational works? And how can they relate to an image production to-day after our having entered into a digital era?

Reading Victor Vasarelys manifest “Towards democratization in art” I was reminded of some of the points from the pre-digital times.

He writes: Sensations are first registered by our emotions… Since it is not possible for everyone to study modern art seriously, in place of its “comprehension” we advocate its “presence”… Let us not fear the new tools that technique has given us. We can only live authentically in our own time. [1]

I google: “How to live “authentically” in ones own time?” And “What are the changes in our perception, with technology developing so rapidly?”

In the last search result, a link to an article about “screen eyes” or computer vision syndrome pops up. Next in googles list, is a Wikipedia page on Accelerating change


[1] In DATA: Directions in Art, Theory and Aesthetics (1968).


Geometri som virker affektivt (i en desorienterende forstand) – Når man oplever en optisk illusion, producerer nervesystemet selv en kritik af oplevelsen. I relation til arkitektur kan fænomenet bruges aktivt som et grafisk værktøj til at fremhæve interiøret og overfladen. Det indebærer et fokus på det dekorative som ellers er underlagt mere magtfulde strukturer i det byggede miljø.

Da Op-art dukkede op som fænomen i tresserne, var kunsteliten meget kritisk indstillet. I 1965 åbnede udstillingen “the responsive eye/det reagerende øje” på MoMA i New York, og udstillingen blev ekstremt populær i den brede offentlighed, mens kunstkritikerne gav udstillingen meget dårlige anmeldelser og afviste op-arten, da de mente, at den ikke var andet end “tricks that fool the eye”/“tricks som snyder øjet”.


Hvad var den politiske vision bag de mere eller mindre sensationelle værker? Og hvordan kan de relatere sig til billedproduktion i dag efter at det digitale rum er blevet et vilkår?

Ved at undersøge Victor Vasarelys manifest “På vej mod en demokratisering af kunst” blev jeg mindet om nogle af pointerne fra den præ-digitale tid.

Han skriver: Sensationer er først registreret af vores følelser… Siden at det ikke er muligt for alle at studere moderne kunst mere dybdegående, skal vi i stedet for at ”begribe” advokere dets ”tilstedeværelse”. Lad os ikke frygte de nye værktøjer som teknologien har givet os. Vi kan kun leve autentisk i vores egen tid.[1]

Jeg googler: “Hvordan lever man autentisk i sin egen tid?” Og “Hvilke forandringer sker i perceptionen, som en konsekvens af den teknologi, der udvikler sig hurtigere og hurtigere?”

Som svar på mit sidste spørgsmål, foreslår googles søgemaskine en artikel om skærmøjne eller computersyn-syndromet. Det næste på listen er en Wikipedia-artikel-om accelererende forandring.


[1] In DATA: Directions in Art, Theory and Aesthetics (1968).

Thank you Cecilie Skov, Tinne Zenner og Theodor Walldius. The wallpaper is produced by illux.dk

Tak til Cecilie Skov, Tinne Zenner og Theodor Walldius. Tapetet er produceret af illux.dk 

Emil Rønn Andersen

1986, The School of Time-Based Media Skolen for Tidsbaserede Medier https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcKokJfmTDokD60lNZAl9kQ/videos