For L.
"There are three fields I work in,"
she said, "performance, video
and drawing." (Her father prompted
with proper suggestions to go on.)
"The performances are exhausting;
they all have to do with ropes,
climbing and descent. I'm not sure
whether they are Apollinian or
Dionysian, something else I have
been interested in. In one, I cut
a bowling alley in half, making holes
in the walls left and right at about
half height to hold the rings
for my rope. I went along towards
my audience, it was both strenuous
and exhilarating. Sometimes
I caught myself wanting to laugh:
what were all these people doing,
watching me with serious eyes
as I went along." Her father prompted,
"And one of your videos was..."
"... dancing along an ugly street
in funny yellow pants. I did many
iterations of this, varying my steps,
arm movements and behavior.
A friend of mine did the filming.
Mostly the people seemed per-
plexed, not knowing what to think
of this crazy person doing this,
making way, moving aside. Not
stopping." "Is there any money
in this?" somebody asked.
"In the videos? – I suppose
they could be sold. Or the drawings
I do – that's my third field
of activity." "And how do you
do them?" her father prompted.
"I make myself rules, I restrict
myself. One drawing might be
only boxes, for example, in only
five colors, but with other rules,
to increase complexity." "And
these you would sell, there is
a market for that?" her father said.
"There is a market, and, once
it has found you, it wants you
to repeat yourself. I could become
the colored box lady,
or the rope performer, or
the hip-hop dancer of dreary
streets, both Apollinian and
Dionysian." Thus ended Lou,
to soon perform an acte
morpheusien for a change.
– Iself (© 2011)
A freewheeling act for NaPoWriMo #3, concocted fresh from the lips of Lou herself last night.
