Activating the Portal
For my recent Prismatic performance at the closing of the Kelly Bugden + Van Wifvat showΒ Prism this past 15 August at Ivy Brown Gallery, events and objects aligned to facilitate the activation of a portal.
While being at the studio throughout the making of the pieces, I absorbed the energy of their fabricationβthe soul infused into the resulting sculptures.
As the opening of the show neared, chopine bases as counterweights were being made for a sculpture comprising charred wood columns and a water gilt pole. I thought of the gold and black of Egyptian tombsβand the kernel of the performance emerged.
We planned to have the performance on the closing day of the show as a celebration.
Part of the allure of the Prism was the transformation of notions of functional objects into objects of art inhabiting a different area of functionalityβboth mental and oneiric.
As Rafael SΓ‘nchez and I were discussing one day, the one object that could be activated to go between the physical dimension and others is the Portal.
This conversation crystallized the performance for me; it would be a salute to spirit in three parts. Rule of Threes!
After my introductory call to an invisible friend and a salute to an imaginary catalpa tree, I walked past the LadderΒ towards the PortalΒ holdingΒ papier-mΓ’chΓ© branchesβwhich Hapi Phace had made for theΒ Karload of KlownsΒ troupe I belong toβand an antique wagon wheel with eight spokes Van procured as a prop. I invoked the Buddhist levels of consciousness, represented by the spokes of the wheel: eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mental, awareness, and all-encompassing foundation consciousness.
Then it was on to the Stage Set installation of the show, where I stood in front of its silhouettes of morphed building-shoes and recited poems about my love of New York buildings since childhood. Revealing the poet as an avatar, an age of wellness is ushered in.
From there I went to the altar-like installation of sculpted lambs with crystals and petit fours on the water gilt mirror. I sang anΒ Γcaro to the ancestors in Spanish and saluted all those present. I used a piece of pipe Van had found on Bond Street, near the Gene Frankel Theatre, as a cowbell.
For the performance, I wore a papier-mΓ’chΓ© hat Joel Handorff made especially for the performance, βbe happyβ frames by Sabine Be (outfitted by Artsee), military camo cape from Uncle Sam and vintage painter pants by Smithβsβboth of which Scooter LaForge turned me on toβand Adidas Stan Smith sneakers hand-painted by Halla Moda/The Old Black.
Photos: 1. Rafael SΓ‘nchez. 2, 3. Jorge Clar. 4. Van Wifvat
