[vc_row row_type=”row” use_row_as_full_screen_section=”no” type=”full_width” text_align=”left” background_animation=”none” css_animation=””][vc_column][vc_column_text]With the first 10 walks completed, covering some 180 kilometres, we could witness the first 120 micro performances or \u201csigns of life\u201d, as we prefer to call them, scattered as acupunctural insertions around the city.<\/p>\n
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Places<\/strong> <\/p>\n We have visited screeching railway lines, disused industrial cement constructs, art installations in Ish\u00f8j, windy corners on cavernous N\u00f8rrebro streets, secretly graffitied tunnels, lush morning lakesides, empty vast playing fields, and natural Nordic savannah wetlands. The first lines in a cumulative emotional mapping of the city.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Emptiness<\/strong> <\/p>\n Perhaps the last full week of the lockdown as fully captured in Tim Hinman\u2019s evening shots from Copenhagen Central. This adds to the everyday sense of Nordic urban noire tristesse, often dripping in functionalist solutions and organization of the public space. And hardly a coke bottle or an old newspaper or a child plaything to be seen anywhere \u2013 little signs and traces of humans. Corona virus has certainly vacuumed the city for waste and all. All dressed up and nowhere to go.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Voices<\/strong> <\/p>\n Annette Skov questions the disappearance of heathlands and biodiversity. Annika B. Lewis recites her artistic strategies of artivism juxtapostioning with choreographed movement, whilst Jomi Massage\u2019s poems of unfulfilled promises of democracy are recited whilst sculpturing naked limbs as a manifest for the political body.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nWe have seen the city from early morning rooftop in Vesterbro, evening sunset in Vestre Kirkeg\u00e5rd, Amager Strandpark on a sunny afternoon, midnight mass at Refshale\u00f8en, and from a one-way path around The Lakes.<\/p>\n
\nAll walks reflected on and captured the emptiness and the sense of solitude, part due to the static state of movement during this lock down, but they also found and captured moments which are fragile. Frozen faces and frozen hands at night, sounds accentuated,\u00a0shadows of the artists\u2019 own moving bodies walking slowly in acute sunrays, people wanting to approach but also keeping distance.<\/p>\n
\nThe voices we heard were questioning voices. “Where am I?”, Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen asks everyone she meets, asking strangers for directions. The \u201cI am lost\u201d referring perhaps not just to which street, but to our common situation and time, which is seeking answers. Thierry Geoffroy is confrontational and playful with his graphic questions sprayed across his endless supply of bivuac tents, with \u201cIs coronavirus the end of democracy?\u201d as his chosen starting point for the project.<\/p>\n