The performance reflected in the audience’s boots
Recently I went to a performance art show.
I love the devotion that performance artists put into their actions.
But those actions are often interrupted.
When the performer cuts off the mark printed on the clothes while wearing them, I see the cut.
When the performer struggles with the scissors and can’t cut it off, I see the struggle.
But clearly, the struggle is not what the performer intends to present.
It becomes noise, blurring the action itself.
So in performance art, I often look at the space instead of the stage.
At least the atmosphere created by the performance’s energy feels authentic.
It is rare to see a piece like Marina Abramović’s,
where action and form fully embody an inner state.
I crave for such fulfillment.
The tapes form an arrow from where I stand
