spaces and memories at louisiana

While we were in Copenhagen, I took a solo daytrip to Louisiana. I didn't like any of the exhibitions, and I had an absolutely marvellous time.

Louisiana is almost magical, for me. As soon as I step inside - almost as soon as I see the building from the outside - I breathe out and relax. It's a combination of two things: I know I'm about to see some possibly fantastic art, and I know I'm about to spend some really awesome quality time with myself. It's a good place for thinking about life. I'm good at thinking about life. ("Det är en tillflyktsort och en fristad för mig, ett sätt att koppla bort allt som är svårt och samtidigt komma närmare det", I wrote in 2013.)

The exhibitions matter, of course; but they don't matter as much as being in this space. And this time, I experienced something interesting. The exhibitions were not very interesting to me - not because they weren't great exhibitions, they just didn't speak as much to me personally ("The Cold Gaze - Germany in the 1920s" was exactly that, cold; August Sander's portraits were too same-y, and Richard Prince just seems like an asshole).

Because the exhibitions didn't inspire me, they became a backdrop, almost neutral, and instead, the rooms themselves started speaking. All the halls at Louisiana are different in shape and size; I saw, almost felt, memories of past exhibitions that I've seen in each space, as I entered them. It was quite spectacular. After I noticed it happening, I had a beautiful experience. This is what I saw:

This is part of the Cold Gaze exhibition, in the south wing.

But in 2014, the south wing was filled with Olafur Eliassons Riverbed, a strange world to step into, nature captured within stark white walls; the effect was powerful. (Blog post from that visit here.)

And earlier that same year, I saw a Hilda af Klimt exhibition in that same space. Marvellous! The colours! (Blog post from that visit here.)

This is part of the August Sander exhibition.

And in 2015, this room housed parts of a Yayoi Kusama exhibition which I LOVED. Or, at least ... I think this room was part of it! That exhibition transformed the spaces so much that I actually don't trust my memories from that visit entirely. (Blog post from that visit here.)

I've never understood that trampoline.

But in 2017, this room housed an artwork called Mutual Gaze, part of an exhibition by Marina Abramović. Experiencing that work was life-changing; I write about it here.

The west wing was closed - which is a shame - but I only need to walk past to remember the David Hockney exhibition from my very first visit to Lousiana, in 2001, two days before my 17th birthday. Now that was an experience that probably changed me for life.

And then there's Gleaming Lights of the Souls, of course, my favourite. I didn't take any photos in there this time, but I've taken many before, like this one above. This visit, by the way, was the first time I realised how low the ceiling really is in there. That is how transfixed by the ambience of the room I have been every time I've stepped in there.

And then, of course, all the memories of individual artworks, of the sculpture garden, of all the people I've spent time with at Louisiana, and the view of the sea from the garden. All of the small memories that I mostly can't tell apart, that together form this idea of Louisiana that I carry with me.

Until next time, Louisiana!

ten photos from Copenhagen

We went to Copenhagen last weekend! We went for Scandinavian Shuffle, which is a balboa event, but I didn't get to do much dancing. My tummy was restless and worried on Saturday evening and on Sunday, and dancing made it worse, so I just rested instead. But other than that, my weekend was lovely. Liam and I were hosted by our fabulous friends Alex and Patricia; here we are in their living room late Thursday night when we'd just arrived.

The day after, Liam worked remotely and I went to Louisiana. YAY for an afternoon at one of my favourite places on earth! More on that in another blog post.

Dancing! I haven't been doing much balboa lately - it comes and goes for me a bit - but I enjoyed the dances I did get.

Luxurious blueberry pancake brunch on Saturday morning. Miranda also joined which was lovely <3

I mean, just look at these - so good.

Also this? I've never seen anything like it before - it's essentially liquid stroopwafels? What's not to like.

Later that day we went for a little excursion through a foggy Copenhagen, to visit Miranda in her brand new house. But I didn't take any photos of that, just the way there.

And after dinner we went straight from there to dancing. Here's my gorgeous Copenhagen crew! I'm hoping to be back soon, but with less or preferably no stomach pain. Well, we've already booked passes for Copenhagen Lindy Exchange in May, so I actually know I'll be back relatively soon. :) And I'm already looking forward to it!

marcus & johanna | bröllop i ljungskile del 2

Dags för vigsel! Jag postade ju mina favoriter från Marcus och Johannas porträttsession häromdagen, och jag fotade såklart vigseln också. Här är några få favoriter från vigseln:

Brudparet var så uppenbart tagna och lyckliga. Tårögda och närvarande. Det var vackert.

Brudparet hade bokat mig för att fota ett par timmar av minget också. Vet att inte alla porträttfotografer tycker att mingel är lika roligt, men jag älskar det - jag tror att det kanske är dansfotografen i mig som vaknar till liv? Det är lite samma känsla som att röra sig runt dansgolvet på ett event, att leta ögonblick, rörelse, skratt, uttryck. Här är några foton jag tycker om från eftermiddagen:

Och sedan lade jag ned kameran för den dagen, och var gäst resten av kvällen (och natten). Tack för en härlig dag och en härlig fest, Marcus och Johanna!