This durational performance was designed to draw attention to the multitude of people who have occupied this land before us. We tend to focus on history that is within living memory, failing to remember the legions who have gone before. And yet what we know of the world today has been imprinted and altered by them.
How many days have you been alive? How many of those days can you recall?
This performance was about what is left of our lives in the end, how we might assemble the fragments, and hopefully how we might make some kind of sense from it all.
What really will we leave behind?
still
stillness
nevertheless
still
here
If we could choose the time and place of our deaths, would it be easier?
Waiting for Sunrise, in silence, from sunset at 5:04 pm on Friday to sunrise at 7:48 am on Saturday - fourteen hours and forty-four minutes.
Performing daily, for six hours each day, for 100 consecutive days from November 9, 2015, to February 19, 2016. Each day was a different performance about time.
Approaching an empty table.
A durational performance confronting the emptiness of time.
Twenty-four hours over seven days. The time was filled with stillness. The actions were minimal. The emptiness was unrelenting.
Floating very still in the frigid water of a quarry in the woods, staring at the sky, drifting for hours.