finally KØBENHAVN (that's Copenhagen)

on tuesday afternoon, we returned to Arlanda, stockholm's airport to fly to København. this is the real danish way to spell the town and, if you are Danish, it should sound something like this: Cuban-hown.

try saying it a few times now. it won't be right, because danish is a VERY DIFFICULT LANGUAGE, but it is still fun to try. the hardest part? the sounds that come out of their mouths are nothing like what the words look like on their pages. on top of that, the shape their mouths makes has nothing to do with the sounds that emerge.
VERY MYSTERIOUS.

i lived here on and off during the 90s, teaching and performing the movement form Contact Improvisation with my then-partner, Riccardo Morrison. i have not been in København since 1997 and it is strange and intense to return. some aspects of my history that i did not know were pending, apparently are. meaning, i feel extremely emotional here and have been thrown into a kind of existential free-fall. i keep expecting to see myself, 15 years younger, flying around a corner on a bicycle. as unlikely as that might be, part of me holds her breath, waiting...

meanwhile, i distract myself with light fixtures and surface textures. endlessly fascinating. perhaps the danish are obsessed with light because it is SO ridiculously dark here during the winter and SO ridiculously light here during the summer.

 

bank overhead artichokes

 

 

dotty lamps 

 

planet globe

 

martin's overhead

 

paper hanger

 

 

pinpoint light spheres 

 

church candelabra from below

 

library overhead beneath skylight

 

street light suspended over traffic intersection