I WENT TO AN ART PERFORMANCE AND THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE

The following pictures were taken sometime after January of two thousand thirteen.

It was still winter back then.





I was poppin' my Queens cherry. There was a panel discussion at the PSONE MoMa and my boy heard there was gonna be free drinks and it sounded interesting. The talk wasn't that interesting and the drinks weren't free but we still had a good time. This is us walking over there

as u can c we were excited 2 b alyv

This is the space within the PSONE MoMa, like a sci-fi movie or an animated television series about a wish granting dragon and its seven balls, where the event was held.

The DJ performed on top of a ten foot platform.      There was a projector behind the speakers. The drinks were served from a punch bowl. You could drink them outside of the dome, but you had to stay within the gravel.

and you know what they say about intellectual insight

AND YOU KNOW WHAT     THEY ARE   SAYING ABOUT YOU
       RIGHT
      NOW
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I met Casey Li Brander once briefly at the bar on top of Home Sweet Home, the one down the hallway behind the white door, the conspicuous thing, I think some people like to call those sorts of things speakeasies, like take it easy, it's not a bar it's a mixology thing or something, it's gonna be pricey and the bartender will wear a vest instead of whatever the hell he wants, but I met her enough to fb and # her and then pm it and we don't talk anymore and this is her website (which may be defunct?)

dumb             cute      

        

But so she invited me to this thing not too far away from the PSONE MoMa thing and since it was ending anyways we decided to walk over there. It was at a private residency, presumably the artist's, who happens to be Casey Li Brander's friend. There were pbrs in a bucket and the audience stood on one side of a long room and faced this

for your reference those are twelve t shirts hanging against the wall.

the two canvasses facing each other up front have two people standing behind them with their arms sticking through

and some form of lighted platform in the center

so then the artist (CLB's friend) comes out though a door at the side and starts painting the t shirts on the wall with his hands

he went full out and started smearing the pain(t) onto his body/smearing the pain(t) onto the t shirts

then at some point he just straight up left the room

during his absence some people came into the room

They were wearing white jumpsuits and two of them wore masks. One of them laid down on the lighted platform while the masked whiteys removed the t shirts from the wall. They placed the t shirts on top of the platform and the man lying down and proceeded to dry them with those machines that do that to hair

the artist came back into the room while this was happening and put up twelve more t shirts against the wall and repeated the process

this time, before exiting the room, the artist decided to hump the two canvasses/people

There was plenty of applause when the show ended. I laid an empty can of pbr on the floor and headed in the direction of the door through which the artist came and went but through the outside hallway of the building. I walked into an apartment. The artist stood against the wall, looking at me and smiling. I approached him and his smile grew wider. He reached out a hand to me, and before I could speak he said thank you. I asked him where the bathroom was and his expression quickly changed, pointed towards a door and stomped off. The bathtub was filled with water the color of water in the cup that you used in elementary school when you would paint with water color, except imagine the cup being the size of a bathtub.

I'm not an art critic tbh