The Last One for Today I Swear
October 30, 2011 § 2 Comments
My costume fell through. But dancer-friend Irvin did not. He brought with him a piece of modern art that was used in a gallery show he performed in on Saturday. I like to think that we contributed to the flourishing of the arts in this city.
See, these were not pedestrian costumes. We were living art that breathed, danced, and walked into stuff. We were an experience. Here’s Irvin, expressing himself as a reverse ghost, made conspicuous by the fact that hidden in his umbrellas, he was completely inconspicuous.
Whereas I re-enacted the eternal struggle of man, machine, and building, made poignant by the visible suffering of the artist.
The best part was that we had no good answer for when people asked us what we were. We settled for “we’re nuit blanche, and you’re not supposed to understand!”
In the end, two men came up and talked to us about the costu…installations, and they gave us $5. We’re not sure why, but it does mean that I have now been paid more for my “art” than for my writing.