Performance at La désinvolture de nos gangsters curated by Arianne Foks, Espace d'art Les Salaisons,

Paris, France, 2013

Photography by Lindsay Tunkl

Jumping off the ladder, I landed on the performance side. The umbrella did not soften my landing because the luggage was far too heavy. I secretly plucked nose hair to release some tears. I dissolved them in a large amount of water and doused myself with the solution. The audience tried to pull me up to the ceiling with a rope, which broke, and with it my heart, although my head should. I climbed the ladder and bowed to the audience over the curator holding an umbrella. I watched as liquid dripped from me onto the umbrella. I didn't notice a trace of blood. 

I wrapped the umbrella tightly around my head, and with the cigarette I received, I burned a hole through which I could breathe, although I was only choking on the biting smoke.