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Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
I make no claims on being a visual artist. But then again, I'm a dabbler. I like to dabble.
Yesterday morning, while in the process of waking up, an idea for an installation, or a tableau, or something, came to me. I'd like to share it with you now:
In a large space, there is a terrifically large jar. The jar is essentially an over-sized jelly jar, it's got that kind of hexagonal or octagonal prism shape, with the slightly curved (in) bottom and a circular top. There may be a screw off-top, but it's not used in this concept. The jar is empty, clean, and transparent. The jar ought to be 8-10 feet high and have a proportional radius. The aperture at the top ought to be 2-3 feet in diameter. Alright, so it might be a bit more stretched out vertically than a normal jar. Calculations not exact.
A performer, a nude performer that is, climbs up or is helped up to the top of the jar. He or she finds a comfortable way to sit over the aperture. It's not like sitting on a toilet, probably a little more like either lying down of sitting with your butt way down lower than it would be in a toilet. Variations should be tried. The performer begins letting out a single thread of poo. Performers can be selected for the solidness of their BM, and diet can be altered to highlight this feature of the performative crap. Rather than being pinched off, the performer's thread is held on to and gently rocked back and forth. This continues for some time. If the doo doo breaks and falls down, ideally a new thread is produced, or another performer is on standby to continue.
Since this occurred at a dreamy time, there seems to be something obvious that this description is lacking, but I can't remember what it is. This is what I've got, and it seems fascinating, if difficult to execute for the performer. But boy, wouldn't that be neat?