til å fungere, men de gir også informasjon om hvordan du bruker SuperSellerS side, så vi kan forbedre det for deg og for andre. Lotte Konow Lund (b. Thanks to koro Public Art Norway, Buskerud and Vestfolds Youth Center, Bredtveit prison, Halden prison, Henie Onstad Kunstsenter and to the private collectors who has kindly lent their artworks to the exhibition. What do you miss? Lotte Konow Lund says its an article of daily use it is a coffee and working table, a chair to sit on as well as a drawing/sculpture with some almost bodily features. Her works point to the common ground we share but also to the deep gaps that run through society.
On one hand, we were asked, if the cash book had been kept on account consecutively during the period of one year, and on the other hand, the judges were interested in knowing, if the document could have been written in 2003 and back dated. Earlier exhibition, lotte Konow Lund, what Fades in the Sun, may 31 September 2, 2018. In this work drawings cover the complete surface of a table and a chair, ultimately taking on a three-dimensional form that grows out from the original objects into big lumps. In this paper we describe a case in which a cash book, dated of the year 2000, was sent to the Forensic Science Division, Document Laboratory, Zurich Canton Police in March 2003. Its a small shelter, which from the outside looks like a minimalist art work, but filled with all that is needed to keep a hiding child still and comfortable for 66 minutes, the amount of time that passed by before the police was able.
Kunstkritikk in 2016, Lotte Konow Lund comments on the book she has published with a selection from the diaries. The media language and the media images are white noise that passes. She is also known for her series of Artist Portraits in the weekly newspaper Morgenbladet in recent years. The relative dating of the entries was performed by the quantification of the ballpoint pen ink dyes and their degradation products using hplc. Our capacity for feeling empathy, for seeing each other, for listening to the stories that are uncomfortable, that disturb our lives.