In the mouth of is a mistranslation, a topic everyone is talking about, on the lips of everyone, but further back, inside, nearly ingested. We commiserate, mourn and long together for something better, shifts today unimaginable not long ago, quickly distracted by the next disaster or hilarious clip. There is a tempo we were not prepared for, aware of what is happening, but unable to surface.
In a new series of paintings made for the new space, above the former poor man's cemetery, 'Nørre Kirkegård’ from 1660-1841, piles of footprints, teeth and limbs materialise. They are rearranged and reconstructed, some reflect false variations of themselves, some merge with other solid, non-human objects, edible elements, fences and borders and billows of smoke. What emerges is holding us at bay, or about to swallow us whole.
Photos Brian Kure