Liquid, Dong Chay.
Liquid, Dong Chay.
black out.
Two opposite shots of flashes show the performer’s outline, while he is saying “My body is an object”. Two simultaneous flashes to the audience with “My action a product” talk.
A very low light allows seeing the performer who is beating small boxes places on the floor-
With two empty gas lighters, the performer produces sparks and insect’s sound rhythms. Getting closer the boxes he induces green hopper’s sound the remaining time of the performance.
The P. takes a big paper sheet, he keeps searching some positions in the space until he catches the beam of a slide projector, a text appears screened on the paper: “What’s the frame?”
The P. tears the paper giving long pieces to the audience. People are now linked to each others handling the stripes.
He scratches his head having a spasm. He places earphones on his head, knotting the wires around his neck as a tie. On his ears there is a band-aids with the word performance written on it.
He takes another paper sheet catching the projection: “What’s the size?”
The performer cuts the paper sheet in two, discarding each time, the larger part until the paper disappears.
He picks his noise.
He holds air inside his hands inhaling and breathing inside them. Them he suddenly opens his hands free his breath.
He eats a sweet.
The performer place “Performance band-aid” on his lips.
A new sheet of paper becomes the screen for the words “What’s the subject?”
He makes an origami aircraft and throws it to the floor.
The performer scrapes his eyes, lights a cigarette by the middle and smokes until it breaks and falls.
The performer place “Performance band-aid on his nose.
Paper sheet / screen for “What’s the intention?”
He makes a ball with the paper that kicks to the audience.
He throws away the sweet spitting it.
The performer has a trembling hand that cures with “Performance band-aid”
A new paper shows the words “What’s the hidden desire?”
With the paper / screen shaped as a cone that closes the slide projector light. He places the cone on the floor and then he put band-aids on his spectacles.
The performer lives away from the space.
A real screen descends, with a text projected on: “Why the performance is nothing else but an advertising lay-out?”
While the performer starts collecting the little boxes on the floor, some others words are projected: “Why life is nothing else than culture’s shadow?”
Before picking up the last box, he picks up a lit flash light.
He lights his hand and moves it slowly. When the shadow of the hand covers the box, ends the green hopper sound.
The performer catches the light beam in his hand, moving away from the space.
Liquid, Dong Chay.
