I'm going to categorize Day 2's theme as dicks and death. This day's performances took place at Avant Garden. It had rained like it was the second great flood. I was late (I can't stand the rain...or blame it, but I will) and stomped through the rain to an almost empty Avant Garden with a wall size projection of chocolate-smothered penises and breasts and a group of people singing "we shall over come." I stopped in the middle of the bar and waited for Woody Allen dressed as Noah to step out of the bathroom with two sheep in his and hers leather corsets. It didn't happen.
Later, I watched the video of the performance, Brown, later. It's an interesting piece on religious and racial prejudice. And although, I like nudity and I like rants against prejudice of all types I couldn't fully integrate Jonatan Lopez's monologue with the chocolate cake painting or the nude artists. Perhaps, it was just the chosen sexual metaphor. If I get to choose my sexual metaphors--and I don't--I prefer women and savor substances with my sex. In my opinion, Trix and super-sweet chocolate syrup are for kids...or maybe just dicks.
|Marcus Vinicius in *streaming|
After the approximate 10 minute streaming video performance, Non Grata took us outside for a Texas history lesson. I'd like say I got brave and participated, but actually I just got coerced. A member of Non Grata put a cone shaped plastic bag on my head and pushed me into the garden with the other audience member-lemmings.
|Me as an artistic medium|
|My fellow art media|
|I would have made at least a C- if my history teacher|
had used a homemade flame thrower as a visual aid.
The pyrotechnics were awesome. Sometimes, I just can't help enjoying a good burning.
Somewhere in here there was an intermission. I spilled someone's drink and then got a glimpse of the pending Apocalypse, Hello Kitty with a pitch fork.
|I always suspected Hello Kitty was a bad seed.|
|A portion of the cloth read "...Don't make us..."|
Then Elena and her male performer wrapped the cloth around the eyes of some of the audience members in the style of a blind fold.
After the blindfolding, Elena and her co-performer went onto the balcony where an inflated balloon with an LED inside was secured to the railing. They untied the balloon and released it into the overcast sky. The audience watched the glowing orb disappear among the clouds.
It sounds simplistic. It was. It was also elegiac.
After Elena's performance, I went downstairs to the bar and watched the Free Radicals set up for the after party until someone started wandering through the crowd shouting something along the lines of go upstairs if you want to touch death. I flashed back to Monty Python's bring out your dead scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Having already worn a plastic prophylactic on my head in the name of artistic participation, I thought, why the fuck not? I queued up. An assistant guarded the door and let us go up in groups of five to the 3rd floor of Avant Garden, the attic. There, we confronted death.
|Sneaking up on death from the backside|
|Full frontal death|