A while back, I went to a group performance at a museum in Belgium. Afterward, I asked people around me, “How was it?” because I didn’t quite get it. They all said it was good but couldn’t explain why. This happened a few more times, and I realized “good” was just a default response, meaning they understood what happened. Recently, I got to be part of a collective performance with eleven other artists in Den Haag’s …ism project space. Instead of trying to interpret everyone’s performances, I decided to jot down my immediate impressions on pieces of fabric. I picked out the most striking words and combined them into sentences, forming the caption for the event.
Selected performances from fellow artists:
Finally result:
Hairy Tonijn wipe fully-concentrated ambulance underpants again. Why toilet paper acts cute with two motorcycles? Hungry itch, smart-phone squeeze NIKE to meditation. “Come – in” Gas and ass mumble with an innocent face. Splinter, no-ideas. run, seriously!