I’ve been absconded.
A sack was thrown over my head and I’ve been removed from my environs for two days which means today’s post will not be seen.
Please do a rewind and glance over Wednesday’s post again, or spend the next 48 hours looking at this;
Until then, then.
Let’s do the Time Warp, Again…
Is that Herve’ Villachez?
Your pictures make me hate my life.
After dutifully staring at that psychedelic shit for 48 hours, the line “this post will not be seen” reminded me of Chris Burden’s hilarious 1971 art piece:
YOU’LL NEVER SEE MY FACE IN KANSAS CITY November 6, 1971 Morgan Gallery, Kansas City, Missouri
“For three hours I sat without moving behind a panel which concealed my neck and head. No one could see behind the panel; a piece of board sealed the underside of the space.”
Then the fun part:
“In conjunction with the performance, I wore a ski mask at all times during my stay in Kansas City from November 5-7, 1971.”
Vaeringjar,
You’ve touched me with this comment. I discovered Burden when I was a young and impressionable seventeen year old still living in Evergreen, Colorado. The pieces where he crucified himself on the back of the Volkswagen Bug, and shot a handgun at a commercial airliner were two that spoke to me and my particular condition/situation.
Stevil, I like touching people.
17? Were you an early enrollee at the Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics or something? Far from being square, I still doubt I knew about Burden in my teens.
I can hardly stand most current-day art, though I think Aliza Schvarts’ miscarriage project was up there with, to exaggerate and lamely try to meet the theme of this blog, Duchamp’s Bicycle Wheel.