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★★★★Review: 'Death is Not the End', by Andreas Constantinou
A work of art for those who survived
31. oktober 2025.Kulturnyt, Ambiorn Happy
When my son died, I bought a spade in Brugsen and buried him in the forest. I remember that now, as we sit in a church in the middle of Aarhus, 60 people at the end of the day. No one is crying yet, but we will. The performance "Death is Not the End" is about the dead. 6 people tell private stories about the time they met death. Death of their daughter. Or they lost their husband. Their burden, their suffering. Their mother. We experience a performance about the dead, told by those who survived, those who are still here. Created by
Mostly, anyway. We are sad about it. My grandmother died. I bought a red rose and threw it down on the lid of her coffin at the bottom of her grave. Afterwards we had coffee and cake.
This performance starts specifically inside a small chapel at the Church of Our Lady. Pointed vaulted ceilings decorated with pink, violet and orange along the edges. An altar. Wall paintings. 6 people. Stories about death.
Next we go out into the monastery courtyard. It is dark. We all get a black umbrella (as is appropriate for funerals) and walk around the courtyard and into the main church.
The atmosphere is sacred. (Yes!) We sit in the booths and the 6 people tell several stories, all the way up to the altar. We move, and it moves us. Finally, large parts of the audience are invited up to the altar. Those who told about the dead disappear, and then the audience stands next in line.
We do not get out of here without feeling the sadness that people die. And in the end we die ourselves, but without crying about it. That job is for the others to take.
I love talking about death. It makes me happy. Like, rather the others than me? Is that wrong? Maybe. The audience around me is moved, and many cry. I don't.
Then my brother died, and I dressed him in his last set of clothes, put him in the coffin. Then Jan died. Shot his head off with a hunting rifle (the day after I told him about life's beauty). Then Anni died, in Fitness World, of an aneurysm, and I read about it on Facebook. Then a craftsman in Vamdrup died, thrown out through the windshield of his van, bleeding from his ears while I held his head and the ambulance howled in the distance on its way towards us. Then my business associate died, and I bought him flowers. Then my mother died, I carried her from the church to the cemetery and lowered her into the grave. Then...
It's obviously something we have to get used to. Very annoying.
Thank you for the experience Andreas Constantinou, it was good. As a nice period to your other works in the series "The Grief Work Series", where in "Death is Not the End" you create a work of art out of everyday deaths, told by those who survived.
Next we step out into Aarhus, out of the church. It is All Saints' Eve. The city is filled with horror and fear, and young girls in hot pants, bare legs and stilettos. They laugh and are happy in the warm October night, as if death has no meaning for them yet.
Cool.
Death is Not the End, performance by Andreas Constantinou
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★★★★Anmeldelse: 'Death is Not the End', af Andreas Constantinou
Et kunstværk for dem der overlevede
31. oktober 2025.Kulturnyt, Ambjørn Happy
Da min søn døde, købte jeg en spade i Brugsen og begravede ham i skoven. Det husker jeg nu, mens vi sidder i en kirke midt i Aarhus, 60 mennesker sidst på dagen. Ingen græder endnu, men det kommer vi til. Performancen "Death is Not the End" handler om de døde. 6 personer fortæller private historier om dengang hun døde, datteren. Eller mistede sin mand. Sin bar, sin førlighed. Deres mor. Vi oplever en performans om de døde, fortalt af dem der overlevede, dem der er her endnu. Skabt af
For det meste, i hvert fald. Vi bliver kede af det. Min farmor døde. Jeg købte en rød rose og kastede den ned på låget af hendes kiste i bunden af hendes grav. Bagefter fik vi kaffe og kage.
Denne performans starter konkret inde i et mindre kapel ved Vor Frue Kirke. Spidse hvælvede lofter udsmykket med lyserød, violet og orange langs kanterne. Et alter. Vægmalerier. 6 personer. Historier om døden.
Dernæst går vi ud i klostergården. Det er mørkt. Vi får alle en sort paraply (som det passer sig til begravelser) og går rundt om gården og ind i hovedkirken.
Stemningen er sakral. (Ja!) Vi sætter os i båsene og de 6 personer fortæller flere historier, hele vejen op til alteret. Vi bevæger os, og det bevæger os. Til sidst bliver store dele af publikum inviteret op til alteret. Dem der fortalte om de døde, de forsvinder, og så står publikum som de næste i rækken.
Vi kommer ikke ud herfra, uden at mærke sorgen ved at folk dør. Og til sidst dør vi selv, dog uden at græde over det. Den job har de andre.
Jeg elsker at snakke om døden. Det gør mig glad. Altså, hellere de andre end mig? Er det forkert? Måske. Publikum omkring mig bliver rørt, og mange græder. Det gør jeg ikke.
Så døde min bror, og jeg klædte ham på med hans sidste sæt tøj, lagde ham i kisten. Så døde Jan. Skød hovedet af sig med et jagtgevær (dagen efter jeg havde holdt foredrag for ham om livets skønhed). Så døde Anni, i Fitness World af en aneurisme, og jeg læste det på facebook. Så døde en håndværker i Vamdrup, slynget ud gennem forruden i hans varevogn, blødte ud af ørerne mens jeg holdt hans hoved og ambulancen hylede i det fjerne på vej mod os. Så døde min forretningspartner, jeg købte blomster til ham. Så døde min mor, jeg bar hende fra kirken ud på kirkegården og sænkede hende i graven. Så døde...
Det er åbenbart noget vi skal vænne os til. Meget irriterende.
Tak for oplevelsen Andreas Constantinou, den var god. Som et fint punktum på dine andre værker i serien "The Grief Work Series", hvor du i "Death is Not the End" skaber et kunstværk ud af hverdagens dødsfald, fortalt af dem der overlevede.
Dernæst træder vi ud i Aarhus, ud af kirken. Det er alle helgens aften. Byen er fyldt med skræk og uhygge, og unge piger i hotpants, nøgne ben og stilletter. De griner og er lykkelige i den varme oktobernat, som om døden slet ikke har betydning for dem endnu.
Fedt.
Death is Not the End, performance af Andreas Constantinou
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