Terra Cotta Orange Paint Colors

I still trailing the first decent

_______ Until now, work with body awareness in the act of urinating, had been done in private using the video as a channel between the private and the public. In the first decent performance for the first time I faced the act of urinating and made public, say that in action, because to have documented the event and publishing it in different ways, somehow began to make public.

_______ interesting thing is that you enter a new text to be part of the structure: modesty. I kept standing in front of the bottle about 3 minutes without being able to urinate. People who had attended to see the performance was not called, I just followed her from the sculpture studio. The wait's almost as impatient as me. The inability to urinate smoothly was a significant experience on which to work for the next performances. I had to concentrate hard to get what little pee I did urinate. But I did, I deposited urine in the three bottles.

_______ not feeling satisfied with the results, the next day back to where he had left the sculpture, with plans to repeat the video performance, this time with more body awareness, body intimate relationship with the public body, only to find the surprise that the sculpture had disappeared. An unexpected new text appears: the absence. And the questions themselves: Where is he? Who and how it will be taken? I retired a little frustrated, enough to even begin an investigation his whereabouts: frustration, but at the same time, my need is covered instability. A new significant experience feeds the process.

_______ I said many times before this project, my job is not the object, because I have no works of art. I assumed that my little appreciation for the subject was such that I was not interested and not detract. But having spent time, effort and money to make this sculpture and had quite lost overnight, it was not easy. Then my argument is weakened as not an object. At the end of the videos I have these objects, objects that are reproducible, but are objects dear to me as an artist can see his paintings. Remember a fragment of a poem by chains, which he called Imago, said: "The attachment, the attachment is the enemy. With your gums da crazy to do. Produce annexations, childish violence, rarefactions of the air." It was just so, a rarefied air, and then display the next performance, no sculptures, no shame, pure, smooth, concrete.