I dragged Olivia an hour up the Denmark coast to the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art. I was hunting Yves Klein paintings. There wasn’t one but we found so much more. And it was beautiful and uncomfortable.
Warhol. Coca-Cola. Cigarettes. Everyday objects as art. Yes.
A special exhibit by Danish artist Tal R.
Then, you guys, we walked downstairs into a consuming and sensory retrospective display of performance art by Marina Abramović. Yelling and music and bodies.
Wild, friends. WILD. This is Imponderabilia (pictured below). Originally performed in 1977. But! But it was recreated on site at the Louisiana Museum. You could choose to walk between to a nude female and male to get to the adjacent room or walk around the corner.
Even for the leanest of people, it is a tight space. Maybe a foot wide. How do you choose who to face? Do you look ahead into the room or down at the concrete floor or into their eyes or their chest? Those are real choices. When we’re confronted by uncomfortable scenarios, how do we react? And it’s like we want intimacy with people in our lives but what happens when we have to be that close?
Olivia walked through the performers. I did not. Let’s talk about it when we see each other.
Of course, we ate at Torvehallerne. And I had another Bolivian empanada with the salsa cause it’s crazy good.
And I found an amazing ice cream cart in Nørrebro. Mirabelle, outside Brus. It was pure milk ice cream topped with olive oil and sea salt. Don’t question it just eat it.
The Jam 