where you see a wall, I see a door
Thinking About Zeno
passenger the video
The Rite of Passage
wear to be ready
above below performance
Julie Sparsø Damkjær
A meditation on turbulence
Shapes of Albedo 0
The Rite of Passage
Thinking About Zeno
Enduring- an anti tribute to Tuberculosis
Passenger, the video
Above Below, the video
Above Below -the performance
Where you see a wall, I see a door
Subconscious journal entries (ongoing project)
Work as film editor
Subconscious Journal Entries (ongoing project)
February 5th. 2016, Copenhagen
February 8th. 2016, Copenhagen
January 24th. 2016, Copenhagen
Det tog 10 år før de fangede fisken. Men hvor løb den
hen. There was a box that you were carrying but
you didn't dare to look inside it. There were small
squares on the inside walls and when you touched them
blisters were made. These didn't come natural
to you, but then again who shouldn't do that. When
there comes a big wind around you, you are but a
stick cutting through the wind. If you wear a
brown trench coat, you might even look like one.
She seemed to have her knowledge with her
but there was a portier who kept keeping
the door closed. He felt he had no choice.
Those birds didn't dive, but I couldn't
identify them either. There are things you
just didn't know about, but when the time
was right, it didn't matter to you anymore.
Sometimes it felt as if there was more, but
now there is less of it. There were days.
For most of the year I kept my mouth shut.
Trying to keep out of the cold wind. Swallowing it
might make me cold. But the throat is warm.
Swarm. Would she even matter or care or who
is she. She wants to think like me, she
did. She took up a basket, bottles of milk in it.
We told her that it might break, fall out like that.
It never happened. So we forgot about it.
Then comes silence. After all these days there was still
not one single acorn hanging on the branch. For me
it felt as if I wasn't there. But we
managed to smile and wave to the sea
some day. When we talk we know what sounds will
come out but we never know what will occur
when you put your mouth in motion. There are ways you
haven't tried and ways you won't and shouldn't
these are green. Tell me what to think about
the old tree, the old car and the squirrel. Did it take off
just like you said? Should we not stop this one.
What do you think of when moving through the room.
Colors change and we move. Circles of colors are nothing
more than what we want them to be. There were
few things he didn't want to tell her, but
we saw that he tried to, so we took up a shovel
and helmet and held it in front of her face as a
warning not to go too hard when it happened.
Then the Earth shook and she woke and we
saw the the crack was filled with rainbow colored
grass and so we could crawl down into the
crack and pick seeds. Since you hadn't been there
there was no way of telling you what
you should have done, had I
been there. So on.
Watching the window showed me when to go and how to play
the part that I hadn't thought of. Sometimes in the
house we move around like words and do a little dance on
the floor which has many pieces of sand and ways of
moving. You once said that there were many ways of
doing this, but I never knew the real way. We showed her
around the ways of movement and where to go to get some
cars in the head. So she wouldn't want to do it no more
but who were we to decide for her
either way. She took up words
and told us to forget them
That she wasn't going to think anymore
I thought it strange but remember that it was also
ok to close the door to the corridor.
Maybe the carpet would get mixed up and the door wouldn't open. Sometimes when
it happens, we don't know, how long we will have to stay
in that room. The corridor is made of dark dark varnished
wood. I can see it through the keyhole. I can also see
the rugs, but they are not mixed up. So sometimes I can play
outside like butterflies, trying to be caught in the hand. It's yellow.
Julie Sparsø Damkjær @ 2016