I must be...
Ferel.
Last night at the Dario Robleto/Jeremy Blake opening at Arthouse I convinced two friends to run up and down a deserted hallway screeming. It was a performance piece. The art was a collection of civil war treasures and video footage from the Winchester mansion. We were adding to the mystique. I didn't think people in the main galleries could hear us, but turns out they could. For what it's worth no one knew it was us.
Last night at the Dario Robleto/Jeremy Blake opening at Arthouse I convinced two friends to run up and down a deserted hallway screeming. It was a performance piece. The art was a collection of civil war treasures and video footage from the Winchester mansion. We were adding to the mystique. I didn't think people in the main galleries could hear us, but turns out they could. For what it's worth no one knew it was us.
posted by Mary at 6:33 AM
2 Comments:
yeah okay - i saw that exhibit today and you must be off your rocker because that was one creepy show! the long hallway with the soldier-marbles, i expected a boogeyman to jump out at me. yikes!!
Yes! I've been trying to think of the perfect adjective for you, Mary. Do note that you manage to pull off a very refined and classy feral.
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