A Performance Art Sampler
In which the students of Ms Sandrine Schaefer, a winner of the Boston Institute of Contemporary Art’s Foster Prize, stagger beneath the knee-buckling weight of their own immense talents. From Ms Phoebe Warner, an aspiring educator of children, and her exercise in gratuitous, somewhat masochistic thigh abuse, to the cryptically-named Fatty Spice, a Twitter poet and graduate of the Montserrat College of Art, who “makes shrines to her failed relationships” and dazzles us today with a pink ensemble and a gripping exercise in drooling, doomed horticulture and radical fatness. All captured for posterity at the Zeitgeist Gallery and Studios, Beverly, Massachusetts, May 2014:
Readers will of course recall Ms Schaefer’s own, even more staggering contributions to the culture. A body of work perhaps best summarised by this video of the artist gnawing at a lettuce while slouching in her underpants.
“I DO SO HAVE TALENT, DAD!”
Also, do they still meet behind the bicycle shed?
We’ve repaired to more opulent digs: the basement Fellowship Hall at St. Olaf’s Lutheran (LCMS) Church, Benkleman, Nebraska. We’re scheduled right after the Ladies Quilting Auxiliary at 8:30 PM on Wednesdays, except during Lent, when we meet on Thursdays.
I had inflated the size of the text because my eyes aren’t what they used to be; reverting to 100% fixed the video image. It’s all satisfactory.
Word.
We’ve repaired to more opulent digs: the basement Fellowship Hall at St. Olaf’s Lutheran (LCMS) Church, Benkleman, Nebraska.
Luxury indeed – proof positive that the Patriarchy is unstoppable! (I’ll bring my own jar of instant coffee like you asked.)
If anyone would like to see some real art, type the name Hitomi Hosono into Google images. I saw a piece of her work at a gallery over the weekend and I was utterly captivated. The detailing must be seen to be believed.
Eye bleach, please…
Please…
“Eye bleach, please…”
I find a scouring pad to be more efficacious.
She really sits around in just a tutu, with crap on her head whilst rooting porkishly through the potted roses? As art? Really?
As art? Really?
And remember, those are presumably the highlights. The best bits.
A refresher:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHbGqJ_MonU
Cheers
We should always thank God for small favors. At least she is clothed from the waist down. That means I won’t have to soak my eyeballs in bleach.