A durational performance, with help from the audience, considering global warming.
In my white cubicle was a table and four chairs heaped with mountains of salt.
I sat in one of the chairs, dressed in white and blindfolded, balancing above the table a white bowl filled to the brim with water.
A sign invited the audience to join me at the table.
When I heard someone sit in one of the chairs, I asked them if they would help me hold the bowl. I held it out and usually someone took it and held it for a brief while, allowing me to rest my arms and back.
I also spoke softly, nearly to myself, versions of the following text. This was not constant, nor always in the same order but rather it ebbed and flowed in different combinations.
The audience could not hear what I was saying unless they leaned in closely while sitting at the table.
ice melts
oceans rise
water flows
cities drown
land sinks
plants die
wind blows
clouds build
fog grows
birds cry
people flee
snow falls
rivers dry
