Exhibition NIMK

NIMK. I’m late. Long corridor. Elevator. Empty exhibition space. Lost visitors. One drags a skateboard along. Blink’s beam traps him. Gilje’s space. It is huge. Bigger than the room. A humming void pulsates, expands, collapses. Lightning strikes. Retinal reset.
Next door Kirkegaard. A spotlight hits. The sound captured white. Sand? Bow your head. Inside the smallest stage: inner ear. Senses stretch. Time stops until you move again. Back out. Corridor distorted, rearranged. Quiet. Bernardini pulls the ceiling away in strings. Beckoning to advance. See the green ray. Sea. Bright. Droning. Never tide. Sunset at midday. Overbearing the room next door: Baecker. Rechnender Raum. Calculating, sounds like birds. High pitched lead drops, dangling from thin wires. Escherian dreams. Babylonian tower. Subtle difference engine. A drawing in space, as is the sound. Leave it behind to enter the small room. Seyama’s room. Soil, as was seen in Art&Science master show, The Hague. Aurora Borealis meets Ghibli meets LOTR. Beautiful. Kitschy. Awesome. Candy. Sit down and have some.