You Look Like You Need Some Art
And 8 minutes should do it. Specifically, 8 minutes of Ms Sandrine Schaefer, whose Pace Investigations No. 7, seen in edited form below, “asks how one copes with acceleration and deceleration while enduring institutional mediation, shared space, and other external forces.”
Well, obviously.
This immense artistic work, “repeats 15 times consecutively over 6 hours and 27 minutes. In each cycle, the performance duration is either increased or decreased by half.” And thus, “What begins as a 1 minute performance incrementally becomes a 2 hour 13 minute performance, then incrementally becomes a 1 minute performance again.” “The tension between mechanical and affective time is,” we’re told, “always palpable.”
A tension illustrated by the deafening applause that greets the climax of Ms Schaefer’s performance, and by the lady seen on the right, around 1:30, who enters this arena of profound activity armed with carrier bags, and who then looks unsure of what to do, before heading to the adjacent cafeteria, seen on the left, where a fortifying beverage is purchased.
It’s nail-biting stuff. And do stay tuned for Ms Schaefer’s much-anticipated revisiting of the Great Coat Hanger Feat – seen previously here – not once, but many times.
Update:
In the comments, Jen highlights Ms Schafer’s claim that, “The tension between mechanical and affective time is always palpable,” and drily adds, “She lied.” Well, yes. And indeed, dishonesty is pretty much a default signature of ostentatious artistic transgression.
That said, the pretence of intellectual heft and critical discernment is quite funny, given the unspoken rules of pretend artists and their pretend art. Like practically all of her fellow hustlers, Ms Schaefer tells us that she “investigates” and “questions” things, and presumably interrogates them; but despite this allegedly relentless curiosity, I doubt that any specific insight or profundity is ever conveyed to her audience, such as it is, via the art, such as it is. And of course, we’re not supposed to notice this, or notice the comical mismatch of arch rhetoric and inept flummery. And so, in order to feign discernment, one has to not discern any number of really obvious things.
Ms Schaefer, who teaches performance art to those less gifted than herself, is a recipient of the Boston ICA’s 2015 Foster Prize, and has been described by the ICA’s senior curator as “amazing,” “compelling” and yet inexplicably “underfunded.” However, Ms Schaefer has received grants from Waltham Cultural Council, which in turn is funded by the Massachusetts Cultural Council, and ultimately by the no doubt grateful taxpayer. On its website, the Massachusetts Cultural Council boasts of “unleashing the power of culture.” Other grants have been received.
Ms Schaefer’s previous attempts to enrich our lives with eruptions of creativity can be found here, here and here.
Sporkatus is a filthy plagiarist!
Bugger, I knew I was forgetting one of my pomo namechecks. I left off Foucalt on purpose, but I really should have had Sontag in there somewhere.
Comes of not taking the time to do things properly and mostly just riffing on The Solar Anus.
I may have some bad news to convey to you, old man.
I chose to spend five minutes plugging my calcs into a spreadsheet, rather than spending 8 minutes watching the performance. You tell me who’s mad.
I’m starting to think that the entire premise of her routine is forcing sane people to check her math.
I had a similar thought reading those cycles numbers – the odd juxtaposition of what sounded like (on the surface) to be seriously math-y sounding numbers and the faffing about that made up the routine.
I almost wanted to check the numbers, but couldn’t be bothered. Thanks to the Governor for checking them out – a drink for the gentleman, please, Bartender! Make it a double and put it on my tab.
I chose to spend five minutes plugging my calcs into a spreadsheet, rather than spending 8 minutes watching the performance. You tell me who’s mad.
Rather than doing either, I spent five minutes writing postmodernism about the act of watching the performance. I suspect my answer is “I’d rather not say”.
Aye, Spork, you’re in a league of your own. I’m not worthy to fasten the straps on your jacket.
Here, y’all, for an antidote, have something that’s only 4 minutes 12 or so.
This antidote is only 3 minutes 33 seconds.
This antidote is only 3 minutes 33 seconds.
You are a sick, sick, man.
Seen at Ace’s today:
Art is anything you can get away with.
– Marshall McLuhan
And here’s an antidote to the antidotes, or Neo-Classical graffiti:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btm6Zq2E9OI
(Fair warning – you may find the music quite irritating).
Re antidote to the antidotes, I liked the cat/bus thingy that they painted over much better. Cute how they painted over the graffiti on their graffiti though. I’ve become cynical (realistic?) enough to think that was part of the piece itself.
Ms Schaefer, who teaches performance art to those less gifted than herself
Okay, even in the world of the modern US college community, they must be going some to find enough of those to justify a class?
And 8 minutes should do it. Specifically, 8 minutes of Ms Sandrine Schaefer…

It’s been done, Spiny Norman.
This immense artistic work, . . . over 6 hours and 27 minutes.
Come to think of it, for anyone who want to go for length, there is always Warhol.
“Schaefer, whose Pace Investigations No. 7, seen in edited form below, “asks how one copes with acceleration and deceleration while enduring institutional mediation, shared space, and other external forces.”
I ran around basketball courts for forty years. Had you joined us, Ms Schaeffer, you may actually look like a dancer.
The horror, the horror.