Stage fright is real. Cowardice is another thing altogether.
The exhibition’s user experience rivals that of the Apple Store.
Abramović wants to destroy all performance and all women until she holds the monopoly over stage death.
We are not what we think we are. Our self-image as natural individuated subjects is determined behind our backs: historically by political forces, cognitively by the language we use, and neurologically by sub-personal mechanisms.
Why do visual artists write novels? How should such a novel be experienced? How do artist’s novels compare or compete with literary fiction as we know it?