I keep dancing to stay sane, to stay grounded. I touch the ground. I have little else to hold forth against the tide of misery besetting the world at the hands of gangsters protecting scientist with fancy titles and technical arguments.These nuclear scientist are stone cold. Playing We-can-make-it-state-of-the-art.
Fukushima HORROR OF HORRORS.. WHAT DARK DEATH HAS BESET OUR MOTHER. GE YOU BRING GOOD THINGS TO DARKNESS.
Hubris. They can play GOD. But, when it comes to nuclear power, there is no art in the balance of failures to innovations only human tragedies hidden under layers of loud blanketing lies and obfuscations.
ABOVE: THE LOGIC BEING HUMANS HAVE ACCIDENTS BUT NUCLEAR SCIENTIST DONT
ABOVE: This is a still of me communing with a canine audience member in Pittsburgh a few years back. Posting this up because I am looking forward to my European street performances coming up this spring 2011.
“Through Shannon Public Works*, I plan on reconciling the gap between what I feel is possible in experiencing street performances and what audiences up until this moment have been able to experience. The three interrelated projects making up Shannon Public Works are connected by the conceptual belief that a naturally-occurring street environment is imposed upon by an audience to the extent that a virtual proscenium is manifested and the performance is thereby isolated from the very environment it is meant to exist within. The efforts made in Shannon Public Works address this conceptual belief and are designed to allow an audience to watch a performance in the street while preserving the integrity of the landscape. In short, I wish for audiences to see as I see and walk as I walk but at the same time allow me space to share without being in the context of their gaze.”