no more conversations. oh, and performance art sucks. big time.
again, in today’s NRC, an article on the science of secrets. everyone has them, some worse than others, and apparently, people can get into the business of keeping a secret so badly, that it has the same effect on you as a terminal illness would have.
fortunately, there are of course also the more funny secrets. NRC.next has a daily item called briefgeheimen (in dutch) based on the english blog postsecret. what is it? it’s damn simple and very effective – kind of like the kalashnikov. imagine you have a secret you’re afraid of telling, but you would also like to share with the world, since it is a secret of the more social kind. the secrets not only affect you, but also others around you.
so we have a grandchild here that is addicted to pain killers, but instead of acting the drugstore cowboy, he just takes them from his grandpa. it makes you wonder. why is the grandson not in the church, with his grandfather? is that why he is popping granddads pills in the first place – a troubled family life or is there more? each of these postcards tell a story, the interpretation is up to you.
this guy, number 49, who is obviously afraid of repercussions from his social circle (there we go again, peer pressure’s a bitch innit?) is dressed up like a luchador – vaguely reminding me of jack black in nacho libre – and confesses, here we go…. that he finds “contemporary performance art often extremely boring “, but that he is “obliged for professional and social reasons to kind of quay along…” and “obliged to sit through a long boring perfomance and in the end say how fantastic it was, when in fact i’d rather be at the cinema watching some kind of simple, escapist narrative film.”
YES! somebody finally mentioned it! that-that-must-not-be-named when we are talking about performance art has been said!
and we all saw it was good.
it’s just waiting for some kind of architectural confessions tour, maybe named – in the honor of the great madonna – confessions on a drawing board, where everybody will have the chance to tell us their biggest secret.
robert venturi: “i have never been to vegas”
rem koolhaas: “i am afraid of heights”
winy maas: “i am blind” (this one would obviously not be a secret to anybody anyways)