When the visitors came to view the exhibit, by appointment only, mostly artist from Portland, Maine came where I had met many artists at various art openings and from being an intern for a year at the Danforth Gallery. It was a process I did to help finally break my own crystalisation as I was coming out from celibacy. Death was all around me, something new was coming in.The Greek music was played upon their entrance, and I offered my viewer a glass of wine or juice then began to dance quite lively a little first myself in the Greek traditional way around the exhibit area in circles, like Zorba the Greek I guess, then took the visitors hand while they were still in shock or a daze and danced them around the pillars and sheets with me in the Greek tradition to the Greek music. I then made the visitor clap their hands and say opah a few times, as the Greeks do in their festive dancing, then as I began to see my visitor waking up to themselves I let go of the control and allowed them to read the written material, answered their questions and let them browse around at their own leisure quietly then made sure they signed the guest book before they left. Often I would make a superb feast for some who opted to stay, and always had some little goodies out to eat for those rush days. Then the rest of the house was opened up to them to view my other regular art work. All in all it was quite a performance.
It all happened so fast, I had the exhibit up in a day. The idea came to me one day in a flash. I instantly called up the local antique store and asked if they had any colums. I needed Greek colums or simerlar. Luckily they had six white colums that go in porches outside of the houses here in the Maine. I had them truck them up to me for $60-$80. I placed white sheets everywhere, tables and chairs of white linen, with a bottle of wine, glasses, fruit and bridal stuff, another table with sea-shells and other objects to give an ocean atmosphere of a village in Greece, and some potted flowers to represent the house and the balcony to the bedroom of the bride and groom. It most certainly transported you to Greece and more than often one could just sit there for hours. Often people popped in just to sit a while then leave without the music. I used a red dye for the blood. Many told me to use real blood and were willing to offer me some of their own, I considered this to be more authentic but I didnt want smells as the exhibit was on for a while. The great part about it, for some reason I took everyone by surprise and overstepped my boundaries so to speak. It was a kind of time when there was no limits. But then again, I did leave that residence rather quickly after that with the exhibit still up and in tact, like a remembrance of me maybe. I guess I fled to Portland to live with the energies from the Portland artists. (My saving grace by the way). There was another process of art installation, ideas that followed, and numerous in my head concerning how I fled with previous observations on vulnerability, and being opened to new things called fun, riding on moterbikes and flying in very small private planes that all turned into phallic symbols and my irratical period... Then some other crazy stuff about operating in the automatic pilot stage. ( later.) |
