- Mango tea, dry cornflakes
- Photokunst Museum
- Interesting "self-expression" installation.
Actually called Personal Outlet by Mette Bartholin,
age 25, who is somehow related to this
site. In "Three Months with Tree," her descriptions
of watching a tree outside of her window for (yes) three
months were penciled in on the walls of the room.
- Liked Nina Hart's fabric photos. Scottish Tartans, just
learned now. They were very close up, colorful and detailed
images of plaid patterns. Could not find anything on the
web about her.
- Lisbet Friis's "Ribbons of Knightly Orders"
gave me cool, cheap home decor ideas -- cover foam core
with canvas or other fabric and paint it. Can't find her
on the web, either.
Kusama's installation was most fun. Yayoi is a Japanese
woman now in her 70s who lives voluntarily in a mental hospital.
She makes wacky videos and used to be involved in the free
love scene during the 1960s. She
also does a lot of cool things with light and mirrors. A
very interactive installation, and a definite highlight.
Chris's and my favorite line from one of her recent videos
was, "I will obliterate your life with polka dots."
|Yayoi Kusama pamphlet,
Photokunst Museum, Odense.
- Printing Press Museum
- Probably would have been good if anything had been in
English. Picked up some free postcards and print messups.
Printing Press Musem, Odense. This postcard
illustrates how a new machine called a computer is making
printing easier and faster than ever.
Interesting museum on medieval through nineteenth century
Odense. Showed early maps, common life, religious life,
children's toys. We saw a movie in Danish that dragged.
Chris's head kept dropping. After the museum, I did a mock
ballerina performance on a stage in a small, empty park
(picture to follow). Then we walked through four miniscule
3-room homes, all attached to each other, that had been
lived in until the mid 1950s. They didn't have bathrooms,
and I don't remember seeing a sink in any of them, either.
Ate oriental pizza with pineapples. Drank Sprite. Wasn't
James Dean Dancebar, Odense. "It's
tearing -- me -- apart!..." James says, "...
that you won't visit my dancebar." We passed
the dancebar many times on our walks through the
streets of Odense, but we made no time to visit
it. I kind of regret it, actually.
- Saw H.C. Andersen's childhood
home. It was very small. The woman there was very old
and enthusiastic and did not speak a speck of English. Chris
told her in stuttering, broken Danish that we did not speak
Danish. And she looked at me and said, "But you understand
it," in Danish, and I understood her perfectly. I said,
"ein bisschen," which means "a little bit"
in German. Ha.
Hans Christian Andersen's Childhood Home, Odense.
The quaint look of the building is typical of
a lot of the architecture in the historical section
|Somewhere in the
Hans Christian Andersen area of Odense.
- Tried to see a movie at the Cinemaxx,
which turned out to be closed for good. Visited Info Center
to ask where a movie theater was. Overhead mention of World
Trampoline Tournament. Chris decided we had to see that.
The reason we were staying in the Fangel
Kro, rather than in the city, was because of this gymnastics
tournament. All hotels and hostels had sold out long before
I tried to make a reservation. For the entire time we were
in Odense, we saw gymnasts walking around town in team gear.
Some were from America. In one gift shop, we witnessed a
woman with a southern accent, a relative of one of the American
gymnasts, buying hundreds of dollars of junk.
- Walked about 1 and a half
or 2 miles to the Gymnastics Center. It felt like
we were going uphill the whole time.
Paid a $12 entrance fee. Sat down in front of the girls'
competition, because that's what Chris was most interested
in. It was synchronized trampolining. Two competitors on
separate trampolines making the same jumps and flips at
the same time.
Chris decided to take photos.
"I don't think you're supposed to take flash photography,"
"I saw other people doing
it," he said.
He took a photo. Right after the flash went off, both of
the girls on the floor messed up.
"You made those girls mess up," I said.
"No I didn't," Chris said.
World Trampolining Tournament, Odense. They
both fell seconds after the flash.
Minutes later, a man walked up to our seats and told Chris
that flash photography was not allowed. Chris apologized.
So we sat for about 20 minutes, watching
people bounce. Then an announcer came on and told us that
they were about to start a three-hour break. Competition
would resume at 8 p.m., he said.
Chris fumed. $12 is a lot to
spend on 20 minutes and an admonition. I refused to return
at 8 p.m. We walked back to town.
- Ate dinner at McDonald's.
Grilled chicken sandwich. Slightly better than cripsy chicken
from BK from the previous night.
- Tried again to see a movie,
but nothing good was playing at the desired time. Tried
also to visit an internet cafe, but we entered just as it
- Went back to
the trusty Fangel Kro, bloated and with pained feet.