Sound installation

A garland around a large department store whispering NoMadLand. No mad land or nomad land? And doubt spread, for why this conjuration? And when one had squeezed ones way out of the absorbent mass of jostling bodies inside, the fragile human voice insisting on civilization as opposed to the oblivious inferno from which one had just emerged seemed sinister, almost prophetic.

Mind the Gap was housed in one of the small pavilions bordering Kings Garden in Copenhagen. The room was bare. Empty and white, but at the same time filled with a strong light and sound. The empty space, the space that can never be entered, since it would no longer be empty, was ominous, singing a deep tone so that the building was almost resonant with it.