im sitting right here at one of the benches in school the whole area is empty except for one sleeping beauty next to my table. i can hear the birds chirping; rainwater dripping from the roofs; auntie sweeper sweeping the tiled grounds with a unpleasant rhythm; footsteps getting more and louder by the minute; while the sky turns from a solid black to a clear white sheet now.
this is exactly how my picture description would be like at this minute of the day. cant believe (although i had alr lived with it ever since forever), that i am in school so early. and what am i doing? updating this blog. this is far too frequent than i had expected myself to keep up to. (the novelty is still there, thats why)
im gonna do some brainstorming - which probably am too late for this now because my performance is on monday. oh well. some rough sketches but nt finalised ones in my head. imaginary.
I intend to dress myself in all black on the event day. My hands will both be tied to two structured poles on the stage. I will lay out a black wet canvas with a bowl of powder and spoon placed in front of it.
I intend to use every bit of my strength to suspend myself at less than fourty-five degrees whilst using my mouth to pick up the spoon. I will use the spoon to pick up powder and will create a painting on the canvas using powder. Performance duration will be estimated at ten minutes.
This piece is done to personify a man without the use of his limbs and how every movement to him would be a difficult one. Black and white are significant negative colors in his life.
Thats how i imagined it to be. but i need a rehearsal before monday to make sure that everything works. like the rope is going to be tied to my wrist securely and can support the suspension (tgt with my heavy weight). and i am not sure if it would be impactful enough to make the audiences fidget constantly in their seats. rah.
