Stand! Hands out, back straight, shoulders back, chest out - this is how I position myself as I get ready to glide across the wall in Trisha Brown's, "Walking on the Wall."
Strapped! I'm harnessed up, ready to begin. With my hands stretched out, I resemble a cross as I walk across complete flatness; not a single bump or hole to hinder me. I am an eagle in the rocky terrain, ready to sore. I am a deer in the forest, light in step, and ready to leap.
Shadow! My shadow follows my every move. If I go left, it goes left. If I raise my hand, it too, raises its hand. I can twirl, and alas, my friend twirls with me. People could say, "Look at her dancing!" and by default they would be talking about my partner. I would "lose all control," yet I will never be alone in my actions. I will forever have a partner to follow my every move.
Simplicity! Dislike. I want to stand out. I want to be noticed. So, not only do I walk across the wall [which is attention-grabbing in itself], but I also decorate myself. I wear all black as to not draw attention to my body, but more towards my face. I paint with reds, and blues, and creams, and whites. Reds are on my eyelids; blues are under my eyes; white is around my nose; more red surrounds my chin. I start to resemble Sophie Tauber-Arp's sculpture. But it does not stop there. I paint my hands and my feet. By the end, I could be considered a mime - silent in noise, screaming in action.
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Stephanie, as a homework assignment, could you please go to the UCI Langson Library and take out a book about Robert Smithson. You might like this artist. Choose a book with lots of pictures and bring this book to class on Tuesday, August 25th.
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