Saturday, March 22, 2014

performance #1: pickle jar renegade

this first performance was an interesting experience for me. i have never performed in my life and am in all reality, terrified of it. watching everyone else's performances which were seemingly really well thought out and performed made me more nervous. i did though, know i had a decent idea as long as it went well but of course, it didn't go well, at least to my standards.

i wanted my performance to feature the idea of a struggle while poking fun at it and satirize that cliché experience. i was honestly most afraid of not being able to open the pickle jars but the opposite happened, the jars were far to easily opened. 

some things did go well though. the first jar opened with a splash which i thought was good as it got some laughs from the class. i also think the pickle eating was well received. so all in all, it went reasonably well but there are definitely many ways to improve the performance. i should open many pickle jars... 10, 20, 100 whatever. the more there are the more absurd and funny the performance is. also, i cannot end performances the way i did. i didn't plan to end it the way i did but it just happened. cut me some slack, i was nervous.

1 comment:

  1. I had no idea you were nervous when you performed this piece, so props to you for getting up on stage, you look so natural opening pickle jars.
    I think the piece went well. Despite the fact that you didn't get the intended effect of the struggle of opening a jar, your facial expressions were priceless. It was clear you were a little frustrated they opened so easily, which made it funnier. The spill from the first jar was unexpected and interesting, drawing a picture with or wiping around the pickle juice might have been an interesting effect. And I'm really glad you ate a pickle. I love pickles.
    More jars would definitely make it a sillier, more absurd piece.
    I know you're not supposed to but I kind of liked the way you ended your piece. It reminded me of the way Martha Rosler ended Semiotics of the kitchen with a little shrug like "that's it".