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12 INSTITUTIONS<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n During the lockdown caused by the covid-19 pandemic, Danish civic life was stopped in its tracks, and with it, the institutionalised life of the city was put on hold. The closing of the institutions that normally create and uphold order and allow for the economic life of the state to thrive created a rare condition of clash and togetherness in a country where the welfare institutions absorb and systemise the time and care of families.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Children were seen interrupting incessant zoom calls, confronted\u00a0with the work-life of their parents, and colleagues were suddenly forced to be part of each other\u2019s familiar realities. People visiting lonely elderly at the nursing home suddenly became worthy news.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n In the process of the gradual opening – for a few short weeks – the children were introduced to the city as citizens in their own right, suddenly inhabiting parks, playgrounds and museums. But quietly normality resumed, and the institutions reabsorbed those who created the most friction; babies retreated to the nurseries, toddlers to kindergartens, children to their schools – again orderly divided according to their age – and by now these sanctuaries of sameness again \u2018make the wheels go round\u2019.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I want to visit this city, this architecture, those spaces. The walk will be a walk through the course of this institutionalised life. In a radius of no more than 5 kilometers, I will visit the spaces of a lifespan of the institutionalised citizen from birth to senescence.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Trying to find cracks in its architecture and traces of the life of its citizens, I will ponder the question: what could it be if it was not what it is?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n <\/p>\n ROUTE<\/strong> [\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][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]<\/p>\n [vc_separator type=’normal’ position=’center’ color=” border_style=” thickness=” up=” down=”]<\/p>\n
\n04:00 Introduction
\n05:00 The maternity ward
\n06:00 The nursery
\n07:00 The kindergarten
\n08:00 The elementary school
\n09:00 The after school club
\n10:00 The gymnasium
\n11:00 The university
\n12:00 The job centre
\n13:00 The senior housing
\n14:00 The nursing home
\n15:00 The hospice
\n16:00 The crematorium<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\nDOCUMENTATION JUNE 17<\/strong><\/h2>\n