Sat Mar 03, 2012
Video Still by Jane Wang 3/1/2012
I performed for Bob on Thursday, using the artist statement he wrote
in 2009 as my transcription text, his words breathing in my hands. The
mirrored reflection of his image in the glass, appearing to me in
reverse, felt compelling as I sat with him in silence.
This Moment: Missives from Another World
Artist's Statement
Looking through the photographic
archives of Mobius, Inc., I am sometimes struck with the thought: “Why
is s/he doing that?” It's not that I don't know, but it's almost as if,
divorcing myself from the specific knowledge, if I had not been there,
if I had not seen this before, looking at this still image I would ask
that question: “What are they doing and why are they doing it?”
I do
not believe this is a particularly new thought to anyone familiar with
performance art in general. I believe most knowledgeable observers view
the work with the belief that the performers are compelled to perform
these actions, present these images; they are compelled to douse
themselves with all manner of liquids, create (often) disturbing images,
repeat a set of actions to exhaustion, test themselves and their
audiences in myriad ways. It's most important to see the work with as
open a mind as possible; after all, the performers have real reasons as
to why they insist on showing you what they do, why they need to
communicate. You may or may not ever really know these reasons; analysis
and/or criticism is most often reserved for later, more detached
discussion, if it happens at all.
The images herein can be said
to constitute missives from another world, a world where communication
occurs using all means possible, using languages real and imagined,
invented, wielding symbols, images, actions or simply props, to convey
compelling messages... These photographs are clearly not the messages
themselves; the moments I have captured represent shadows, impressions,
fragments of these messages. Taken together, it might even be possible
to weave a narrative of the inhabitants of this other world,
elaborations as to why they carry fish around so carefully, why they
destroy potted plants with such vigor, why they coat themselves from
head to toe in colors, why they toss their musical instruments off
cliffs, or use them upside-down. I'm not certain I can write that story,
but I do know I'll continue to be there, to look in, to see what I can
see...
-Bob Raymond, Summer 2009