Organizer: LysOrd - Odense
We all struggle to find the right words, sometimes. Quite often, to be honest. If you’ve got the right (wrong?) job, you find yourself searching for words all the time. If you’re on the kind of Tinder date which you shouldn’t have been on to begin with, you’ll be looking for just the words that will let you politely leave the much-too-fancy wine bar and get home to lie curled into a fetal position while the fantasy of finding just the right person to build a summer house with once again gets relegated to the special dream cubby where the thought of losing the last five rosé kilos (sorry, not sorry) also resides.
Sometimes the choice of the right words is a no-brainer: If you’re standing wrapped in tulle on ice cold tiles under a votive ship hung in vaulted ceilings, you say “I do.” “Sure” if you’re a cool cat. “No” if you never quite managed to find the right words during the aforementioned Tinder date and seem to have found yourself in a peculiar situation. Sometimes it’s not about the right words – the goal – but the journey towards them and all the wonderful words you happen upon along the way. The words that best defined your Hot Girl Summer or the family trip to Helnæs – whether it be in a tight-tight-much-too-tight halter top or bucket hat. Or the words we live through over the course of a long life, that for some reason take up residence in our ramshackle anti-bodies; the type of words that often live longer than a no and bigger than a yes, and in true polysyllabic fashion dictate the rhythm of a time lived. Cellar door. Fluorescence. Chocolate cake. Personal words that give a little kick to your memory and start a tiny domino chain of goose bumps running until it tickles all the way up the nape of your neck. There are also words that shape us because others wrap us in them and we live by them because we haven’t found the right anti-words yet. Touchy, weird, unnatural. There are the words which we make for ourselves, so we have a shining lodestar to can lead us where we want to end up in the next couple of days. Chocolate cake, rehabilitation, beaming.
No matter what, we need to realize that we live in words – bathe in them, wade in them, and even though the choice is totally free, we need to train our verbal fastidiousness a bit. Because it’s not enough that words are frighteningly personal and fundamental, they are also things we give to one another. Every day. All the time. For the most part without much thought. But now we’re going to give them proper due, because LysOrd is hosting a workshop in cyanotype (What? Relax, we’re getting there) on Saturday, and it will give you the perfect reason to find just the right words to give yourself and your self-appointed punctuation for the coming days – or to give your mom, who really deserves to know that she’s special and a part of your self-appointed punctuation.
LysOrd unite words and photography through cyanotype – which is a photographic process where you create an impression of your chosen words by letting the sun’s rays embed themselves in special photo-sensitive paper. It is an entirely magical process, which is explained much more precisely here. But that’s not all, since light (Lys) is only half of LysOrd, which leaves only words (Ord), and which has to do with finding just the right words. The perfect words. Longer than a no and bigger than a yes. LysOrd will send you to green places where you have room to find or invent the precise words to primly print, and pass on to the perfect person. I think it’s just the place to select and poetically encapsulate the words for a love letter. To the right Tinder date, to your all-encompassing friend, to your wonderful self, or perhaps to life itself, that dashing, unpredictable, lothario. Resplendent. Beaming. Chocolate cake.
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