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Who Me House

18 march 2004 – 1 april 2004

 

Who Me House was an exercise in performance.

 

Every eve, between 7:23- 8:23pm one could find me "housed" in my designated room of the hour. This room was a very unusual space for such an exercise in postmodern dance improvisation and performance. It was a 20' or so long store front window, about 3' deep, raised off the street level about 2 1/2' and then 10' in height. Who Me House lasted for 15 consecutive evenings.

 

Upon 23 mins after the seven o'clock hour I would enter my room. The approach began with the intension to be in the space as I would my own room at this particular time in the day, a time to unwind and introspect for much of the city. I chose to house the space personably, not as a "character" created outside of the space and time itself. The goal was to allow this personae and facet of self, of performer, to reveal itself to me and become refined through time... for it to be totally linked to the space, and developed through the duration of the project.

 

Of course I could not pretend to have the privacy of my own room, where I could shut the door. The audience, the viewer, the gaze very much became a major part of the experience. The store front space is located at Miillion Fishes Gallery, a live-work space in the mission district of San Francisco. The was the first time that any display of the artist endeavors of the those involved in the collective was being shown in the window. Up until the day of my first Who Me House eve the windows had been boarded and covered up. The building had been a private residence/commercial space up until this evening. The neighborhood knew the space, and was used to it as private, they were not used to looking inside, as if looking into someone's home, or room, and my choices to allow them this vantage was met with many different reactions.

 

The neighborhood began to get used to it; even I began to get used to it. At 8:00pm on the hour a friend or audience member took a picture of documentation. There were specific structures of form and choreography, and specific parameters of time, space, and architecture set up within the open-ended nature of this performative experiment. Who me house was my job, it was my practice. As a dancer, I have had the opportunity to study technique, choreography, improvisation, and composition; but to study performance in this way was a new experience. Who me house brought up multiple ideas and questions pertaining to the notions of performance, audience, and the on-going dialogue/relationship between the two.

 

 










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