Rhotic intermission
Along the theme of collapse, my tumbling has entered a state of its own arrest. An unrecognizable slide backwards. A more useful slide would the powerful up and over and on momentum. The calamity is, as ever, in the linking moves. Independently the moves are rather dashing, but there just not much use if you cannot link them together. You have just that — — —– — – — instead of ____!______!__!_!_______!
I continue this beat of agnosticism. The physical reciting of prayer minus every third word. Not exciting. Not compelling. A line of broken up despondency. Not even the despondency is consistent!
As detailed in my ongoing Rhotic titled “transactions” around and with the topic my iron levels are low and need to go from a number 11 up to a number 35. Except the iron supplements, even liquid, make me sick. I am officially blaming the 11 that needs to be a 35 for this arrest in progress. Once it’s a 35 I’ll have to concoct some other beauty of an excuse. But it will take consuming a field full of broccolli to drive it up. The fact of the matter is that after a period of exertion — and tumbling repeatedly even when you’re failing is just that — the body is like a JCB digger with no tires and no front or rear bucket. The bones do their clunky thing with insufficient votes from the muscles. Then there follows the supine protest. The flat pack obliteration.
The documentation arrived this week for our (Lori and I) performance art collaboration at Open Space. They detail in the video projection … what now evades me.
Chaos
Lori Weidenhammer, my collaborator on Chaos, has carefully recorded her impressions of the other performances during Chaos over on her Beespeaker blog and has collated information on Sandra Johnston, Pauline Cummins and Sinead O’Donnell’s work. including some photos documenting the performances at Open Space and offsite at the Maritime Museum courtroom. I promised to do this but have been unable yet to deliver. My brain is rather seized at the moment, so for those who’ve been asking me for details please visit Lori’s blog and learn about the other artists work. Plus you’ll see a few goofy pics of us in rehearsal/prep mode and at the breakfast table aka larking about. We’ve no pics of our performance as yet.
Open Space also recorded video, stills and will produce a catalogue and essay on Chaos, plus the most exciting prospect of all… a flipbook.
Chaos II
Prepping all day in the gallery space. Tech guys working v hard to accommodate the needs of our piece and the other artists. This evening the artists were all taken to a place called The Superior where we enjoyed an array of tasty appetizers and wine and swing jazz music. One of the musicians, an older male, had a interesting vitamin bottle which I investigated that was called Turbo.
Had a good old natter to the lovely, lovely Pauline Cummins about Irish feminism in the 60-70’s period. We’d great craic the lot of us. Inspired, divine company. So mighty to have these strong minds to exchange ideas with and to hear about art related actions and so on in Belfast and Dublin.
Mna na h’Eireann rocking it ensemble in Victoria.
CHAOS
I’m thrilled to be performing mischief with performance artist Lori Weidenhammer, this week, at Open Space in Victoria, as part of Chaos, along with four women performance artists from Belfast and Iraq.
This week I will be finding and uploading links to the artists work: Sinéad O’Donnell (Belfast) pictured, Sandra Johnston (Belfast), Pauline Cummins (Dublin), Poshya Kakl (Iraq). I will also be posting from Victoria as the performances and artist talks and events unroll.
To read more about Chaos click here
Thanks to Lori for inviting me to collaborate with her. Thanks also to Phoenix Gymnastics and Jeremy for video footage and Peter for photos.
Working hard with Lori on our performance art piece for Chaos at Open Space in Victoria next month.
We are, it must be said, having a riot.
I am looking for a Ukulele to use for it, if you’ve got one that’s abandoned or ignored in the corner.