Marina Abramovic « The Artist Is Present », part II
I did my best to sit in front of the artist with the appropriate seriousness.
But when she lifted up her eyes, Marina didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic.
I felt like a forgotten lump of clay on a sculpture stand, half dry, and not very enticing, so that after a little consideration the artist finally decides not to use it.
I felt like another mile in the endless journey of a truck driver.
I thought of Marina’s performance as a living illustration of the philosophical concept of how Art looks back at us.
Was Marina hypnotizing me ? I became incredibly relaxed and felt a tremendous urge to sleep.
Images of the full MOMA collections were flying by in my head, along with highlights from the Prado and never-shown pieces from the Louvre reserve.
I watched black and white 16mm footage of early seventies performances, when girls in the audience wore printed miniskirt, and men with wide ties on fitted white shirts, spectacles and long beards, similar to those of today, but with outstanding genuineness.
I was woken up by a nightmarish vision of Marina’s « Dragon Heads », a series of pieces where she had big snakes all around her face.
How long had I slept ? Many of the visitors were in awe.
Walking out, I passed in front of a group of people who seemed offended. In doubt, I apologized for possibly snoring.
unknownhipster
You’re hilarious! I cannot stop laughing.
Brilliant.
best blog yet. pictures are just fantastic.
HAHAHA wow you actually fell asleep?
i love your drawings btw 🙂
haha! part deux…even better than i thought it would be…!!
This hypnotic state sure unleased fabulous stuff.
I second Lorita–I expected good, and got far better… And the drawings are sublime.
Superb post, as always. Part One was a cliff-hanger. Part Two, a glorious surprise ending. I love your blog. (It was the coyote that first brought me here.)
I was advised by the guard at the exhibit that they don’t really allow anyone to doze off for more than a few seconds. It would be unfair to the rest of the people waiting to sit with the artist. I found her gaze at once aloof and fully engaged. Not glazed over like most of the amateurs sitting across her, myself included…
to meet the unknown hipster last night was a dream come true!(only bettered by also meeting the coyote perhaps..gee…you get around) To find Marina so brilliantly matched by your sliding body…oh joy! (you can see my obsession with her on my blog…jadedressler.wordpress.com) I too desired possibility to dance around her with the same spirit she would have brought to the piece if she were a guest. No one baring breasts, brandishing swords, hairbrushes and slamming into her? guards? escaped children from strollers? escaped performers from the 6th floor? there are still some weeks left;-)
Irresistible!!!
Bravo 🙂
never was there ever anywhere a better post!
never ever better; this is the absolute
BEST
(& a thousand thanks for that)
Je suis allé voir la galerie de portraits de Marco Anelli. Il m’a semblé y croiser votre “associé” ainsi que ce curieux moustachu gominé qui accumule les visites mais pas de traces de vous. The hipster remains unknown. 😉
This is sublime. I love it!
funny as hell
I cannot believe it’s taken me this long to find your site. Brilliant.
Amazing rendition of MoMA encounters! thank you, love the drawings
Ha, ha, might make that my new party piece. Passive aggressive narcolepsy… Love it! x
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Brilliant!
LOve the drawings.
Charming, funny & so true. Many thanks!
Yes! This is one of the awesomest blog posts ever!! I love these drawings and the narration that goes along with them..so great!!