A Blog Called Nowhere

A 2-day binge on a vitamin-free diet consisting of milkshakes, pierogis, jalapeno poppers and art overload with comrades LM Childs & Yves Fowler moseying from Abromovic's 7th easy piece (hugely dumb!) to Gelitin's Tantamounter (an astounding pleasure! see results to left!) has left me incredibly wanton. Will sex provide the nutrients I crave? Abromovic's series at the Gugg definietely brought out a range of mediocre to astounding possibilities of art formerly known as performance (Seedbed and Lips of Thomas being highlights)....a total of 49 hours of pain-and-pleasure-filled endurance fun! The series also brought out a plethora of freaky performace art fans (my deluded self as well) that were just as shocking to witness. It's hard to be avant-garde.