By Kathrine Læsøe Engberg

A woman has been living in a glasshouse in Dream City for three days, to get closer to the festivalgoers. The wordless encounter through the Plexiglas creates a special connection.

“I have just had a really nice encounter with a girl. We looked into each others’ eyes for a while and then she began to cry,” explains the performance artist Nanna Francisca Schottländer. For three days, she has been living in a glasshouse in Dream City, where passers-by have been watching her around the clock.

“The encounter is more honest and vulnerable when there are no words, and when we are physically separated by the glass. Only the eyes are left, and that creates a special connection,” says Nanna Francisca Schottländer. She imagines the window as her armour, which now is made transparent.

Please be here now

The living exhibition, with herself as object, is called ‘Please be here now – Dwelling no. 2: Encounters’, which is a direct invitation to the spectators.

“Here, people are kind of in a state of emergency, they are curious and open. I want to further that vulnerable encounter and make people think about why our barriers are up when meeting one another in our everyday lives.”

She sees your soul

The installation stirs up strong feelings. “When she looks at you it is like she can see into your soul, no shit,” says a still drunk guy who is looking at Nanna Francicsa Shottländer through the glass.

“This is the craziest thing I have experienced so far,“ says Asta, 18, who is with her friend Sarah. Originally, they were on their way to buy an ice cream, but the woman in the glasshouse made them stop.

“I’m affected by it and it peaks my curiosity. She is sitting there completely exposed and alone and is outside of the community, but is somehow also a part of it. It makes me feel alone when I look at her. It is completely quiet inside her room, but out here, it is chaos. It is really beautiful.”

In the small glasshouse of about 9m2 the air is heavy and the temperature is high as in a greenhouse. The contents of her suitcase are scattered on the floor Toothpaste, mirror, brush, razor, white panties – everything that is normally private is on display. Photo: Ida Guldbæk Arentsen
In the small glasshouse of about 9m2 the air is heavy and the temperature is high as in a greenhouse. The contents of her suitcase is scattered on the floor: Toothpaste, mirror, brush, razor, white panties – everything that is normally private is on display. Photo: Ida Guldbæk Arentsen

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