In the age before measurement, when men still mistook order for truth, there lived one called Útgarða-Loki, ruler of distant boundaries and master of appropriate proportions.

He welcomed all into his hall — architects, scribes, artists, officials — offering them warmth and rest. But before any guest could sit, they were met with a task.

One was asked to lift a kitten, and failed.
Another to drink from a horn, and failed.
A third, to untangle a letter that arrived with no sender and no subject line.

In every case, the guest left humbled, unsure of what had been asked — or if anything had.
Some claimed there had been no host at all. Only a desk, a flickering light, and a scent of something… roasted?

An account of illusions, hospitality, and impossible terms

📅 June 2025
📍 Bergen Kunsthall
Curator unknown