self-destructive art

 
 


You will be dressed in Emergency Preparedness gear: fluorescent vest, jacket with reflective tape, white helmet with light, etc. the performance is: self-destructive art.  The building is unbuilt, a shell, with only staircases intact; the floors have given way; as people pass up and down the stairs in the dark, they come to landings where installations/performances are taking place. There, is a source of light. On our landing,  a  naked bulb hangs low, emitting bright light.people jostle their way past, there is not room; but some of them stay, jockeying for position.


You are well prepared for this mess; you have been thoroughly indoctrinated with my brand of special art thought, you understand well that our very reality is art, a creative reconstruction of reality full of mystery full of magic and generally full of shit. You have come to understand and practice the secret of transforming this generally lousy art into meaningful, relevant art: the art of your choice. Please tell me someday how this is done.  And you persist further to realize that the art is nothing, self-hypnotization to no purpose; experience can go on or not; it makes no difference. And so you are ready.


You will assist as I sit at a table with the small light just overhead, typing away my misinformed misinterpretation of Bourriaud for the world, intoning the words, as I write them, into a microphone connected to a loudspeaker. self-destructive because we have already passed through the first two phases: now nothing can stop us as we go gearing into the third.  Now the meaninglessness, no, the irrelevance of perpetuating this art becomes apparent to all, and we take the plunge: as the waters rush in we offer Emergency Assistance and instruction on disanimating the creation; letting the creation spin away into the void-mother; we use our mastery towards uncreating the art - the ultimate sin: uncreation; or just letting the creation float away like oil on water


Apres moi, le deluge