Where to begin? I felt that the visuals presented were very simultaneously striking as well as domesticated. The entire process while trans formative was a physical representation of the artists inner dialectic, juxtaposing saffron spirituality and utilitarian objects in a compromised setting.
The beginning of the performance left a lot to be desired, but as the artist's struggle to open the can continues one feels a sense of frustration about the Bush administration and a sobering reminder of post 9/11 neo-colonialism, it mitigates the very phallocentric nature of neo-culture in John Asscrofts aMeRIkkkA, where every wardrobe malfunction becomes a gesture of the feminine violent against a landscape of testicular domination.
The cutting of the jeans with scissors represents the oppression/repression of Womyn by straight white males, and the urinating on floor is a cyclically temporal Wiccan interpretive dance that politicized polarizing gender resistance. Interesing to note is how the rather ethnocentric crowd watches this sumptuous feast of post-Derridian brio-cum-angst silently like a shtetl of schmatte-clad yentas.