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
For my parents when they left from visiting me in Portland where I'm in school