Some notes from school, fall term
October 2017
Performance and social practice
What are these:
socially engaged performance
devised theatre
participatory performance
interactive performance
What is the difference between community art and social practice?
How do you introduce a project to different people, and across time?
What kind of capital do artists gain from their projects?
How do you subvert "successful documentation"?
- shaky video footage
- extremely edited instagram photos that look like abstract images
Making scripts/scores as the basis for projects
Using the frame of art to experience/look at something difficult differently
Anxiety as a resource
How are you today?
Good. How are you?
Good.
Is my work honest and sincere?
- Spencer Byrne-Seres
A project is a great chance to wrestle with your ethics
- Patricia Vazquez
Performance and social practice
What are these:
socially engaged performance
devised theatre
participatory performance
interactive performance
What is the difference between community art and social practice?
How do you introduce a project to different people, and across time?
What kind of capital do artists gain from their projects?
How do you subvert "successful documentation"?
- shaky video footage
- extremely edited instagram photos that look like abstract images
Making scripts/scores as the basis for projects
Using the frame of art to experience/look at something difficult differently
Anxiety as a resource
How are you today?
Good. How are you?
Good.
Is my work honest and sincere?
- Spencer Byrne-Seres
A project is a great chance to wrestle with your ethics
- Patricia Vazquez
Toilet
October 2017
"Revolution
begins....
where you are sitting"
While on the toilet seat in a friend's friend's vinyl-record-filled house where I was crashing in Albuquerque on a hot springs pilgrimage in my recent youth, these words were on the back of the door. At that moment I felt a sense of awakening, not unlike looking at clouds float slowly across the sky on a beautiful summer's day, and spotting shapes in them.
begins....
where you are sitting"
While on the toilet seat in a friend's friend's vinyl-record-filled house where I was crashing in Albuquerque on a hot springs pilgrimage in my recent youth, these words were on the back of the door. At that moment I felt a sense of awakening, not unlike looking at clouds float slowly across the sky on a beautiful summer's day, and spotting shapes in them.
Between the trash and the fence
August 2017
![Picture](/uploads/1/2/7/0/12702697/editor/e.jpeg?1506232019)
For my parents when they left from visiting me in Portland where I'm in school