Time, body, space, objects
September 10, 2011 – 10am-10pm
The Distillery, 516 E. 2nd Street, South Boston, MA 02127
12 artists have been invited to participate.
Each artist choose one hour – randomly, out of a hat.
There will be no clean up or set up time, one hour will transition into the next. Each artist must leave the space empty at the end of his or her hour.
The theme is commitment.
There will be no remnants left behind.
Performance art all day.
Darkness. Mirror against the wall. Pillow next to the mirror Garett leaning up against it. Computer on Garett’s lap. Glowing apple. Someone gets up to leave. Glow of Garett’s face from the computer screen movement on the flow, people moving their feet Garett is typing something, or searching/ looking? Everyone sitting watching. People move down from the stairs. Reposition themselves. Sneezes. Talking in the hallway, Steps walking in…looking, peering, not sure. It’s a dark space. What to do? Antsy. Continued talking in the hallway. Can see someone texting, can’t make out who it is. So silent. I cough. Multiple people texting. Someone left. Texting noises. Looking. Lights glowing. Someone enters, someone else enters. Sitting. Two people leave. Shifting, movement. One person enters. Talking in the hallway. A person walks up to the mirror, close, to see what is reflected, what is Garett looking at? Movement. More texting. One person leaves. Someone else walks over to get his or her bag. Someone else leaves. A woman putting her coat on. Someone gets up talks close to the mirror. Goes and sits against the wall. Someone walks in. More texting. Little glowing lights. Someone hits a bottle going down the stairs. Movement on the stairs. Someone leaves. Someone shifts. Tow people leave. Movement to the snacks, or to get water. Shifting movement. Garett seems to be still browsing, looking, not sure. Can’t tell exactly. Texting. Chatting…. whispering. So quiet. Door closes. Whispering in the hallway. One person walks in. sits down. Multiple people walk in and sit down. Garett is just looking. Everyone just sitting. Someone standing in the doorway. Can slightly hear the fan blowing. Glow of the exit sign. Shifting. More texting. Glowing lights. The clock says 9:45pm. Someone cleared his or her throat. Silence. My typing fingers. Squeaky shoe? Or floor board? No movement of shifting by Garett. Still looking. His face glows from the computer screen. Garett shifts his arm. A cough. More texting. People sitting, looking. Someone walks up the stairs, chatting. Soft and sweet. More texting. Little glowing lights in the darkness. It is 9:48pm. Snacks being opened. Fiddled with in the dark. More shifting, fiddling. Garett’s legs have been crosses the whole time. Movement, shifting. So quiet. Hum of the fan. Sound of boxes, food being eaten, very soft though. Chewing. More glowing phones. It is 9:53pm. Food movement. Cracker box? Chatting. Soft. Loud noise. Its dark, no one can see. Its 9:55pm. Glowing phones still. Eating. Wrappers. Yawn from a viewer. Standing in the door way. Light coming in from the hall. Clearing of the throat. Someone walks out. Someone stands up. Something falls. Water bottle? Its 9:59pm. Its. 10pm. Garett stands up turns the light on. Puts his pants on. Sits down.
Nothing is forever, Everything is Infinite
Calm. Slow. Patience. Awareness. Smallness. Detail. Smallness. Weightless. Air. Balance. Difficult. Impossible action. Effort. Beauty. Instability of support. Loose standing. Momentary achievement. What binds us? Wasted effort. Suspense. Belief. Dedication. Determination. Fear. Fleeting. Desire. Unseen. Blinded. Unreachable.
I desire more from you than sitting
Reflections for Para
This continues my performance investigation and response to the murders and demolition within the Brazilian Amazon in the state of Para. This investigation began at the Lumen Video and Performance Festival last June in immediate response to the assassination of impoverished farmer and land owner, Obede Loyla Souza. Over 1,150 environmental activists have been the unjust victims to murder in the pursuit of privatized greed.
Reflections for Para is a multi-media performance intended to honor the commitment of formerly slain activists and to expose the extreme instability of the Amazon’s resources.
Materials: salvaged wood, foam, rope, coal, saw dust and milk
Philip Fryer 3-4pm
▲3 | 20 plays
Long wooden container, open on the top is carried in and placed in the middle of the space. It is filled slowing with water from outside the space, carried in by Kirk. He lays himself on top of the container. His hands and feet are in the water, his body will not fit in the container, it lies on top. The box is longer than he is. We can hear his breath. It gets louder. Is he comfortable? Does he feel balanced? Time goes on. It sounds like he is under a dock. The audience watches. They are around him, sitting, standing, watching, and waiting. Anticipating what will come next? His breathing becomes quiet. No movement. He rises slowly. He shows his hand to everyone. He gets help to pick up the container. It is tricky. Must be balanced. Must be balanced. It is not. Water spills. Water spills.