Døden er ingen ende i naturen ◦ Amalie Risom Nyrup ◦ 18.42 min
English below!
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'Døden er ingen ende i naturen' er en ikke-lineær lydvandring, som flyder mellem geolokaliserede områder i Botanisk have. Lyd er et usynligt og flygtigt element, der kan repræsentere kompleksiteten og tilstande af de forbindelser som konstant omslutter os. Vores omgivende lyde er en del af livets ufuldkommenheder, og er et symbol på en distraktion fra romantiske og dualistiske forhold til det, vi kalder natur.
Selvom elementerne i lydvandringen ikke ændrer sig over udstillingsperioden, er det et værk, der eksisterer, hvor årstid og vejrforhold konstant skaber synlige forandringer. Denne performative sensation inviterer dig til at komme tilbage igen, igen, igen og igen.
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'Death is never an ending in nature’ is a non-linear sound walk in the Botanical Garden spread between geo-located areas. The spoken language is Danish but when placing yourself inside the blue areas you can click the dots in the upper right corner and read the translation which you also can find underneath here.
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Sound is an invisible and fleeting element that can represent the complexity and conditions of the networks that constantly surround us. Ambient sound is part of the imperfection of life, the symbol of distraction from the romantic and dualistic relationships with natural environments.
Even though these elements in the soundwalk do not change over the exhibition period, it is a work that exists in an environment that constantly changes naturally within seasonal and weather conditions. This performative sensation invites you to come back again, again, again and again.
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Translation:
Gaps are floating between generations
soil, sorrow and impermanence
forming strong bonds
The garden is a fake repetition
nature is a copy of nature
an expectation of reality
that something does not last forever
roses are obedient as a burden
Listen, there is more
being with others
to take care of
To harvest the sun
to take rest
resign
withering with the autumn
Time vanishes
the body remembers until it disappears
movement, rhythms
greenhouses as lungs
To be related by more than gazes
languages of the flowers change over time
may june july august september october
november december january february
march april
Death is never an ending
one can give flowers for reasons
one can lay flowers for reasons
one can throw flowers for reasons
