This past month I was lucky enough to visit a few colleagues over in Denmark and spend some time experiencing the culture, landscape and total buzz for design. I was smitten; the colours of the buildings, the patterns in the streets, the happy people. I always had high expectations for Denmark but it met and exceeded every one of them and I truly can’t wait to go back.
One of my colleagues took me through downtown which was flooded with cafes, local fashion and quaint design shops. We could’ve spent days browsing in this one area. We climbed The Round Tower, built in the 17th century, to gain the best view of the area and on the way up we stopped into the Library Hall which was exhibiting a collection of artwork from various artists – photographers, painters, graphic designers, textile designers, architects, poets, musicians, etc.. Below are a few photos I snapped, along with an excerpt from author and composer, Benedicte Nordin, who curated the exhibit The Game of Masks.
The Game of Masks
”Or did you see the leaves of sage
Turn into wings against the sun of springtime
And fly away like butterflies
Like owls –
Or maybe like an angel –“
(From “Déguisements”. Benedicte Nordin. 2013)
“As human beings, being the directors of our lives, we experience moments of happiness forgetting ourselves. Working with understanding and being understood, with sharpening expression and impression. Blood seeping from our nails, we insist. We insist. And we forget ourselves. Trying to capture the translucent moment of transformation, the nano-second where the statement, the music, the poem, the picture rip off there masks. For a long time having been in the process of being replayed to a state of frenzy, deleted, rewritten, tumbled, seemingly immovable. In the blink of an eye we become time-travellers on the little miracle ship of revelation moving from one state of being to another. Smoothly.”
“It’s as simple as it’s complicated. No more disguises. The masks have fallen. The last piece of the puzzle has been put into place. But what happens now? A little angel from chaos passes by and in a jiffy turns the box upside-down. Think again!”
“Off we go. Solving new riddles. Looking for the perfect. Once more, we must go out there meeting the mirrors. Once more we are participating in the game of the masks and its jolly, irresistible dangerous game. Do we know each other? Do we know ourselves? Is the man the mask? Is the mask the man? We know so little about each other. And we know so little about ourselves.”
“The World is a Stage. True. A stage with innumerable possibilities.
Scary and redeeming.
Like the mask.
Copenhagen the 5. of December 2014.”