Fera
14.4. - 14.5.2022 (Vandrutchesbanen Dyrehavsbakken)
Mia Edelgart
Jan S. Hansen
Ragnhild May
Marie Raffn
Jean Marc Routhier
Sebastian Hedevang
Exhibition text
The water is a beginning. Then things grow, then breaths are taken, it remains necessary. This uncolored blue-ity, which gradually mainly resembles a holiday or other people’s disaster. Something we’re not united about. The water is a currency.
A pious woman walks into a forest, it is the king’s forest, the king’s castle-sized oaks with the king’s animals beneath them. Here, nature is reigned into the perfect spot between grandiose wilderness and tamed excursion-ability and the woman stumbles upon a spring in a hill. The water is sacred. It can heal, maybe surprises and miracles really shared essences in the 16th Century, maybe we’re just always prone to flock around any slightly rare phenomena. Once again water as a magnet for that which wishes to live: people circle around this newfound spring, they sell and perform and worship. And some centuries pass, people still sell and perform here, perhaps they worship velocity or summer’s yellow light in their eyes, yellow beers, singing women to listen to. The water is hidden.
Time looks like circles and every spring Earth remembers its own name again, it belongs to some juicy beeches and the return of insects, it belongs to the money we spend on entertainment. “The extent of the fun increased” that’s how the evolution from holy spring to this amount of amusing machines is explained. It’s lovely here, things to look at. Even more to look at right now. Simply a wide line of beautiful things from organic incidents to solid artificiality: afternoon sun and fiberglass and candy and a satisfactory metal construction. The water is architecture.
Sit back in one of the many cars – which are tree trunks – and prepare yourself for a fun experience that will really stick with you. Who ends up getting most or least wet in your tree trunk? Time will tell!
And we have always loved beauty and fun, the more people who can access it the better, that’s probably our stance, and so the welfare state and rindalism and the world’s oldest amusement park are all Danish. Neither forest nor ocean are owned here, landscapes have become as communal as the sculptures now occupying them. Moulded things in the middle of a water slide, isn’t that the ultimate pleasure? Five hundred years of close collaboration with water until that particular April where human art came up with interfering: shaping an entertainment hybrid or a museum hybrid between all the human laughs.
The world destroys the water so that water destroys the world, but prior to destructions we better try to adapt, to listen some more. To worship something else than money, worship how also light is piercing us while we pretend to take pains understanding that this Earth isn’t ours. It’s no longer the king’s earth or any business owning person’s, the Earth is for those who can use it without just possessing or adorning it. We know very well that Earth is for the wings and the stones and various waves, we know that the sugar-thick pleasure we buy is only on loan. We know that conversations of the future will be wordless connections between everything that copes with living in water. And for a short while we’re still able to look at it.
Nanna Friis
JEAN MARC ROUTHIER
MARIE RAFFN
MIA EDELGART, SEBASTIAN HEDEVANG
JAN S. HANSEN
RAGNHILD MAY
