cliff notes: -woman does a "non-performance" called "Stripped" -said "non-performance" consists of 16 weeks of "self denial" -the "non-performance" culminates with 36 hours at the Corcoran
doing what, dp?
well, standing on a box in a sports bra and drawstring pants... pissing in a jar... getting sunburnt... questioning her nice house, swimming pool, & relative comfort -and ultimately baggin' the last 14 hours due to "doctor's advice" (yup, the follow-up article, RIGHT HERE)
there has never been a more appropriate time to post the following Sifl & Olly classic ditty:
Performance Art
Performance art I'm the king So grab a hammer Nail me to something Let's go To the park and maybe eat a fur coat. Spray me with blood And write The word "guilt" all over my face Hurry up I'm the King of Performance Art! Let's go to the park Saturday I'll eat one hundred apples While you burn My feet Until I scream and people gather around! Performance art Is my gig I'll stab myself while you squeal like a pig Jessica Can work the crowd and pass out literature. The critics won't Understand No one will, they're programmed by the Man So lets, take these mannequin parts down to the park. Performance art... Oh we're so f**ing dark! Performance art... Oh, we're so f***ing dark! Performance art... performance art!