Hospital curtains, fluorescent lights
Performance at the former Athens Lunatic Asylum
2017
In this performance, I entered the curtained space with my clothes on, drew the curtains closed around me, and undressed. I stood there for an hour after which I re-dressed and exited. I was silent. There were no instructions to the attendees about peeking or not peeking. No one decided to peek. I wanted to invoke the silence and vulnerability of waiting- for illness, for healing, for death. And to use the visual language of institutional care (medical curtains, sterile white) to interrogate the implied contracts of space between bodies. What makes us open or refrain from drawing back the curtain? How do we recognize spacial boundaries and when do we obey them? When do we cross them? What keeps us from each other?
