translation of jeg ser lidt af mig i dig
by Helena Lindegaard StarupThe event
Be aware that this is orginally written in Danish
Date: Friday, March 6 - Friday, May 8, 2026
Time: Monday - Friday, 8:00-16:00, or by appointment with the artist
Location: Mellemrummet in the Main Building
Nearest entrance: Skovgaardsgade 3B
Admission: Free
In the exhibition I see a little of myself in you, visual artist Helena Lindegaard Starup has assembled a series of works that explore the nature of human existence in the supermarket and the triviality of everyday life that we all go through in parallel with one another. The works are installed in Mellemrummet and examine human interaction and the lack thereof in so-called “non-places,” which the supermarket since a long time has become. A type of passageway where anonymity and purposefulness shape our presence in the surroundings and create a lack of awareness of the world and the strangers around us. This lack of awareness extends out the door and fills the streets. This presence materialized through the processing of bag clips, threads, plastic, masks and more. Helena Lindegaard Starup studies at the Jutland Art Academy. I see a little of myself in you is her first solo exhibition. Contact and more about Helena Lindegaard Starup at helenalindegaardstarup.dk
The exhibition is supported by Godsbanen.
A special thanks to Dóri, Johanne, Katrine, Malte, Marcus, Marianne, Signe and everyone who has collected and given bread clips or help in another way.
Work overview
Recognisable people's hands are holdingSeries of acetone print on carrier bags, glue, aluminium
Latent possibilities (Marcus and Katrine)
Performance
Imagine if we raised our gaze and saw all the eyes that are looking away
Installation of freezer bags, tread, shopping basket, cardboard, paper, glue, tapestry paste, paint
Reflections
Wallwork of given bread clips, rust-free steel thread, mirror
Translation of text Recognisable people's hands are holding
Text work 1:My first thought is that the heat seeps out when the door opens.
The skin gets colder, without a doubt. The hat must be pulled well down over the ears, almost to the point of unrecognizability. Only there, in the anonymity, do I find radiant heat that can warm me a little from the outside.
Text work 2
Your hand holds on, but the basket tips over.
I don't think I have ever been as cold as in this moment.
The penetrating cold creates frost on my skin to such a degree that I cannot move.
Frozen in the moment, I can sense your eyes like a cry for help.
Text work 3
I stood a little too long next to you because I couldn't figure out how to let go of the door without it hitting you in its swinging motion back to its starting position.
I considered saying something, but it almost seemed as if it would be inappropriate.
I ended up helping it along so that it gently hit your shoulder without startling you. I don't think you noticed it.
Text work 4
I look at you while you shovel snow in my front yard. My legs could not carry me, so the balance of our labor is now resource-based. That is how we strive to live, because then I will sew your hat the next time it gets a hole.
My help is for you to use.
Your help is for me to use.
Text work 4
Use me again and again.
Text work 5
We meet each other's eyes and fail to see or perceive the signals that make us human.
I see my hands in the process; they long for another to hold themselves up to.
Your eyes are deviating. You will not be the one.
I hold myself against what I see. What you buy.
When you reached out for the milk, I felt something unfamiliar.
You live in another world, I think.
But when your eyes met the back of my neck by the oat milk, I knew that we are the same.
Text work 6
The person on the other end of the line has no patience.
How can someone be so uncooperative, they both think.
Why can't they breathe normally?
Why do they insist on breathing onto each other through the tube
instead of putting their ear to it and letting their mouth rest?
Text work 7
Maybe you are a reflection of yesterday's actions.
Text work 8
A little further ahead in the line I see you again.
The representation of your person, in which I sometimes swim around. Maybe it is actually not you.
Text work 9
The border between the groceries, between us.
Text work 10
When the day has passed enough times again, and the warmth spreads, we say: Hi X