“This piece was primarily a trust exercise, in which she told viewers she would not move for six hours no matter what they did to her. She placed 72 objects one could use in pleasing or destructive ways, ranging from flowers and a feather boa to a knife and a loaded pistol, on a table near her and invited the viewers to use them on her however they wanted.
Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly. “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”
This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.”
This performance showed just how easy it is to dehumanize a person who doesn’t fight back, and is particularly powerful because it defies what we think we know about ourselves. I’m certain the no one reading this believes the people around him/her capable of doing such things to another human being, but this performance proves otherwise.”
this is why performance art is important
So every single person who told me ‘ignore them they’ll go away’ and ‘you can’t let them know they bothered you’ and ‘They’ll stop if they don’t see you react’ and all that bull shit, my entire school career, I want you to look good and hard at this.
I want you to think about what you said.
What you keep saying.
What you are telling your children.
You are making them powerless.
I love this artist to much.
N: .. of our love. I could never get bored, I love that We frequently talk about the future, serious and big plans and it doesn't scare you. I love being mushy and drowning you with my cheesy corny love comments.
R: Good. I hope that doesn't change.
N: it won't.
The lights turned on, burning my contacts causing me to tear a bit
“What the h—-“
I turned around to three fully bloomed pink roses in a vase propped on my side of the bed.
Shit gets me every time. Seriously. I spent the whole day with him. How in the world did he have time to get flowers? Not to mention that he took me shopping that evening too.
Damn it honey, Stop being so amazing.
How to Love – TBT Post 08.29.11
I’ve had love, and I’ve lost love. I’ve earned love, taken advantage of love, had my love abused, and spread love like wildfire. I’ve seen love, felt love, and even tasted love. Witnessed love, and seen it disappear right before my very eyes. I’ve held…
things to never make fun of:
- mental illnesses
- eating disorders
If I had one wish, I would fuck Tia and Tamera, at the same time
And put name tags on they titties so I don’t get they name wrong
Screamin’ “Game on”
He told me, to be honest his intention was to get me away from “that life” cause I wasn’t really about that. What I was really about was ambitions, goals, having fun without getting fucked up, sharing wisdom and creating bright memories.
He apologized that he wasn’t completely honest about his intentions at first.
I didn’t need an apology, he saved me. He is righteous nonetheless, however he is humble and respects others and their choices. Ultimately he’s my role model, and everything I do now is for me but mainly us.
And I owe it to you sweetheart,
For coaching me through our relationship,
For not just calling me a princess but treating me like one,
For buying me the right tampons when I needed them,
For bringing me lunch and medicine,
For keeping us healthy and going to the gym together,
For getting my tires changed and refilling liquids,
For teaching me how to shoot a gun,
For going down with me when everything came crashing down,
For all the flowers a girl could ask for,
For driving me home from work because I’m too tired, and waking up at 4:30 the next morning to take me to work,
For carrying me out of the car and sweeping me off my feet,
For cooking me breakfast in bed,
For scratching my feet and popping my pimples,
For ultimately guaranteeing me a future of faithful un-changing love.
Got my baby a mini white fairlady z figure, our future weekend car.