A personal report from an Irish performance artist on living in the moment, making live art, giving of the experience, feeling the heat.
I feel myself being lifted up and forward as I am wheeled into the circle of an Audience. This bit was not rehearsed. I had to be ready to activate my art piece. A once off. Maybe it would work maybe not, what should I include what to leave out. Like any art one needs to mentally visualise and work out in ones head the possible outcomes of various actions, be it a wide sweep of colour across a canvas or an image sorted in photoshop.
I feel the box I am contained in come to a stop. I hear nothing. I wait about ten seconds. Very quiet talking, reading my package, Live Artist. This Way Up. Fragile. And several well known gallery addresses which this valuable box seems to have been forwarded to for various reasons; not known at this address, storage difficulties and try here. I tap gently on the box and have a conversation with the other with me in the box, Mona Lisa and Mags. We converse about our sad neglect, where have we been dumped and who really values us. Her as the most valuable art piece ever and mags a live artist today.
We discuss the restoration of our faces over the years - both of us facing the wrinkles of age with humour.
We decide to break out and manage to get our hands out with marigolds gloves visable.
We find a hole where we peep out at THEM the audience, art world.
The two personas converse with the audience and each other by rotating from two masks front and back with a wonderful purple wig adorning us. We then almost assault the audience with images of the top twenty most valuable art works in the world. Throwing them with abandonment to whoever wanted one in the audience, discussing the commercialism of valued choice dictated by another world other than the artist themselves
Hilary Williams is a performance artist
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