Monday, January 7, 2013

Artaud self-portrait


Light bears no weight   (a performance art piece)

Light bears no weight

What was the point of doing that show really? Was it intended to be some kind of starving one-trick-pony? Are you serious Jane or Franklin or whatever your name is today?? It appears as if the whole thing (the entire scenario) was premeditated way before that cheap fog machine warmed up and the Super 8mm projection you had prepared failed  terribly (killed by the 250 watt bulb on the overhead projector purchased on Craigslist). But why? Well because… "Light has no weight," said the projectionist approximately 13 hours before he billed me (who am I though?) for the folding table (property of the high-end art gallery space which housed this evening's crazy performance) that snapped into two pieces.

That said, let's continue this after-the- matter chatter. Would it be fair to classify this (i.e. your)  work (or better yet, the snapping of that dumb pathetically built plastic table) as some sort of premeditated looming showdown I (i.e. this writer) had prepared to wreak? The event was meant to hit everyone there like a lightning storm, but a civil one; a storm meant to instigate and inspire a dialogue about the subject matter. Yes, correct: catharsis through art (but will you be able to forgive them, or simply remain detached). Did the Judson group assume any responsibility for the campiness of tonight's costume design? probably so. The table broke and that was totally unplanned and unexpected. Your gadgets all worked (congrats), your set design was remarkable. This show is now over. So many different types of performances this year, thus far. You're on a roll my lil' darling. Your healing process has begun. bye.

p.s. I find it remarkable just how aware you are of those "spinning wheels" rotating inside of your mind- mind being a pejorative word.


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