French Pianist, Hélène Grimaud recorded a series of performances in New York’s Wade Thompson Drill Hall. The pieces were compiled into a new CD titled “Water.”
Grimaud’s performance was in collaboration with Performance Artist, Douglas Gordon who flooded the hall with enough water to cover the floor. A Steinway piano was placed in the center for Grimaud and the exhibit was titled “Tears Become Streams Become.”
Grimaud talking about work here
ANSWER: when “performance art” was considered an “art.”
There is dance. They perform.
There is drama/theatre. They perform.
There is live music. They perform.
I’m sure I’m missing a few but you get the idea.
A painting, a sculpture, etc, is NOT “performance.”
ANYTHING ELSE IS PURE LEFTIST HORSESHIT.
I imagine “performance art” as something they did in beatnik joints. Stupid then; stupid now.
Art has always been whatever we think it is.
What else could it be?
That trailer sure is lacking! I haven’t seen anything that boring since Yawni…
What’s amazing is that Hélène Grimaud is quite the pianist. I have several of her CDs. Her Bach and Schumann performances are wonderful.
I guess this is what happens when real artists hang around with artsy-fartsy types.
If I film myself taking a shit while barry manilow’s copa cabana is playing in the background, is that performance art. Fuck you , libtards
I long ago formed the opinion that “performance art” is the last refuge of those who are angry because they have no identifiable talent, but nevertheless insist on punishing us with banalities they insist are actually quite profound. Yoko Ono (Sarah Lawrence College ’50, so you know she can’t possibly be all that and a bag of chips), who I think is as good an example of the phoney-baloney as any, got her start in the avant-garde world with “performance art” pieces. Today, that banner is carried by her PC sister, Emma “Mattress Girl” Sulkowicz, Columbia College ’15.