ok i think they’re equal in blurriness, i guess, but this does offer a slightly different angle! they asked that no recording devices be used (but that you could take a few snapshots, as long as there was no flash or sudden sounds or anything) and i wanted to respect that, so.
but kathleen made this wonderful metaphor which i can only attempt to convey, where she said imagine her, 20 years ago. imagine you’re her, and you’re in a hotel room, and everything is generic and beige and awful colors and there’s one of those paint splatter patterned comforters and endless episodes of frasier play on the tv and then the phone rings, and it’s karen finley’s work, karen finley’s art. and karen finley’s art says, kathleen, you need to get the fuck out of that room. and then kathleen is like, how do i do that? and karen finley’s art says, i don’t know but you just need to get the fuck out of that room, now.
and so she did and then she started performing and then she was in a band and then, yeah. and i have to tell you guys, karen finley is also fucking amazing. she did this thing about, well it was about new york and 9/11 but not directly, exactly, but she was just amazing. enthralling.
i am so fucking glad i went. now i need to sort through my train-recorded thoughts on speaking to kathleen, and kathleen in general, and that will be in another post.
posted: 16 March 2011 @ 23:33
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